Smoke still danced in the air as Rena pressed the blade to Elrodan's nape. The moon runes around him dimmed, Rena's [CHAOS DOMAIN] dome suppressing the light until only a remnant remained.
I approached slowly. Noa Genesis pulsed, its seven gems reflecting cold light.
"Rena, open the space three fingers," I said.
Rena shifted the blade, enough for Elrodan's face to lift. Those eyes—the eyes of the archer who had once stood beside me—were now filled with fire and despair.
"Those two choices," I said softly. "You chose the second."
I stared at the gauntlet. "Noa."
"Orders?" his deep voice answered.
"Start with the web."
I pressed Noa's palm to Elrodan's chest.
[SOUL CLAMP]
The gauntlet's magical jaws closed—not on flesh, but on the web of runes that surrounded his soul. Jerking, Elrodan gritted his teeth. The moon magic circles around him trembled, trying to re-lock their formation.
"Remove… your hand… from—"
I pressed.
CRACK.
