Morning light filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled shadows across the Stone Slabs of the Judgement Hall.
Aidele stood beside Elder Soron, the silver Time Trace patterns on her Wizard Robe glinting faintly in the light.
She held a Recording Crystal between her fingertips, ready to record.
In the center of the Judgement Hall, Edmund was bound to a Rune Stone Pillar by nine Rune Chains.
These chains were not physical but were a Sealing Technique forged from Elder Soron's Spiritual Power.
Intricate, ancient Runes flowed along each chain, suppressing the inky-black aura within Edmund that struggled to break free.
"When did you first come into contact with the Abyss? State the source of your Abyssal knowledge."
Elder Soron's voice was steady, betraying no emotion.
Edmund lifted his head. His once-handsome face was now covered in dark violet markings.
"Hah..."
