Anemos did not know how to respond. Its colossal form was locked in place, not merely by chains, but by the distortion of spacetime itself. The air around it had hardened into a cage; every attempt to accelerate or disperse only rebounded inward, as though the world had denied it permission to move.
Worse… Its soul could not stir.
The spiritual bindings did not cling to wind or lightning. They wrapped around its essence. The storm within its core raged violently, yet it could not shift a single inch under Yue's authority. The chains were not restraining power—they were overruling it.
Never, in all its existence, had Anemos experienced such absolute suppression. Not even before the Titan King. Before the King, there had been hierarchy.
