Silence filled the Inner Sanctum Chamber.
The massive barrier of golden light floated above the central platform like a miniature sun, its radiant chains of ancient runes wrapping tightly around the figure sealed inside. Each chain pulsed with a slow rhythm, sending ripples of golden energy across the chamber walls and illuminating the enormous hall in faint, shifting waves of light.
The air felt heavy.
Oppressive.
As though the sanctum itself was holding its breath.
Aether, Rylan, and Lucien stood several meters away, each observing the sealed prison with very different expressions.
The runic chains pulsed slowly.
Like a heartbeat.
Energy rippled through the chamber in quiet waves, traveling across the stone floor and climbing the ancient pillars that surrounded the central platform.
For centuries this place had remained sealed.
