The words burned themselves into my consciousness, and I felt the world shift beneath me. I blinked my eyes, but this did not push away the words flashing across my vision.
I could see that the arm of the Pale Matron was struggling to escape, but it was being pulled into the structure, the celestial stone flowing over it like water, sealing it, while she screamed in what I thought was pure fear.
There was no way for me to mistake this sound, as I had heard it many times from both my enemies and my friends. Something had changed, and I could not even think about it because the damned status screen wanted to push its way through my eyeballs and into my brain, and I could barely understand what Archangel, Status, or what it meant to bind with the Caelith.
"What is happening?" I whispered.
