This time, the builder's hands moved so fast they left a trail of afterimages.
His left hand lay flat, palm up, while his right formed a claw and snapped down. The Giant God's deep voice boomed once more:
"Construct: Prison!"
Instantly, the air grew still. Mo Ling felt as though the Block were hemmed in by countless walls. Invisible solids seemed to materialize in the air—unseen, but incredibly hard.
Jin Lou, still in motion, slammed into one of these walls. It reached out a hand in confusion, then froze in place.
"It's all stone!"
It shouted to the Block.
Mo Ling knew it too, of course. These invisible stones seemed to fill every inch of space, making it impossible to move.
'So this is... the Prison?'
He suddenly understood what the Giant God meant.
However, even with everyone trapped, the Giant God's hands did not stop moving.
His hands shifted again. In a blur, he brought his palms together and raised them to his lips.
"Construct: Temple!"
