The first barrier swallowed incoming mana, the second warped distance, and the third breathed with the agonizing pulse of borrowed suffering.
Hajin stood before the complex layered prison while his Divine Eye methodically separated the four distinct metaphysical boundaries.
An outer nullstone shell concealed the subterranean chamber from every municipal survey conducted by the royal engineers.
Impenetrable spatial glass occupied the intermediate zone, folding distance so the captive sat far deeper than the physical room permitted.
A translucent soul membrane wrapped tightly around her small body, while twelve extraction needles braided directly into the dark core under her sternum.
She sat curled against the back wall, pulling both bruised knees tightly beneath an oversized, threadbare gray tunic.
Small curved horns emerged through her tangled dark hair, the left horn visibly chipped near its delicate base.
