She might not even be aware of it herself."
"Triss..."
Murphy, in agony, covered his eyes and elongated his voice with a pleading tone, eliciting a chuckle from the Witch Madam, who then coughed twice and said,
"Enough about that. Bring over the big block of ice; I need to rebind it and conduct a series of research on it."
Murphy immediately stepped forward, lifting the Glacial Ice with his Spiritual Energy and suspending it into the middle of the binding ritual setup by Triss.
As Triss activated the ritual, streaks of purple-red light quickly converged and interwove, isolating the inside and outside of the ritual, not only physically but also with a subtle control over space and time,
causing the flow of time within the cage to slow to a point where Triss could manipulate it freely.
