[A Few Moments Earlier – Inside the Prison Cube]
The space stretched infinitely in every direction, creating an impossible realm that defied the small exterior.
Hundreds of seers floated suspended in the void, their hands extended, power flowing outward in continuous streams.
The Fate Binders wrapped around the Hooded One in layers upon layers, multicolored ropes blazing with authority that made reality itself bend.
"Hold the bindings steady!"
A voice cut through the strained silence, sharp and commanding.
"Don't let even a finger move!"
"The backlash from holding the Immortal One is intense!"
Another voice emerged, cracking slightly under pressure.
"How much longer can we maintain this?!"
Sweat ran down faces despite the dreamscape nature of their surroundings.
"Just a little more!"
A third seer's whisper carried desperate hope.
"The seal will finish soon and we can–"
"Seal?"
The word cut across the space like a blade through silk,.
