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As the luminous threads bound the intruders tightly, their restraints were far from gentle. The light intensified, growing brighter with each passing second, until it began to sear into their skin. It wasn't merely the heat that tormented them—blood slowly seeped from beneath the glowing strands, drawn out by the sheer pressure of how tightly the threads coiled around their bodies.
These weren't ordinary bindings.
They were not mere ropes meant for restraint.
The threads were alive.
As a sentient artifact, they responded with intention, capable of shifting form to match their master's will. At present, their structure altered once more—thin strands splitting and sharpening into thorn-like blades. Each filament sprouted cruel edges, designed not only to restrain but to cut deep into flesh, leaving shallow yet agonizing wounds across the intruders' bodies.
A chorus of screams soon filled the space.
Desperate. Uncontrolled. Raw.
