Emery's sharp gaze swept across the shrine as realization dawned upon him—he was trapped within a formation. Not only did it suppress his spatial abilities, but it also kept him rooted in place. The glowing stones, the pulsing runes, the way energy hummed through the air—every detail pointed to an elaborate, ancient magic designed to restrain even the strongest beings.
He exhaled slowly, keeping his composure as he turned his focus to the Moon Guardian. Her expression remained serene, untouched by his frustration.
Emery's voice carried no anger, only cold calculation. "Is this how you treat your guests?"
The supreme being merely plucked a string on her wooden instrument, and her voice drifted into his mind: "Do not resist, and you will not be harmed."
