No one moved after all that. Even after the blinding light faded and the golden cocoon stabilized, every warrior remained frozen in place, their hands and weapons still half-raised, Magic still humming faintly beneath their skin.
Eyes stayed locked on the sealed god, watching for even the smallest tremor or the slightest crack in the radiant prison that could indicate her escape.
Adrius straightened slowly, forcing himself upright despite the tremor running through his legs.
Then his voice carried across the ruined field, loud and clear despite the strain in his chest.
"The sealing is complete," he declared. "Celestial Binding has taken hold."
No one relaxed even after hearing that.
Saeldir kept his barriers partially raised, feet still rooted to the ground.
Sylmira did not lower her hands, the sigils around her fading but not fully gone.
