Elaris didn't flinch.
"I do. That's why I'm here. The box won't last more than three more hours."
Sylvaine's frown deepened. "We will talk later about this. Extensively."
She turned without waiting.
"Summon the containment vines. Layer the Root Vault twice. No gaps."
Several attendants burst from the underbrush, responding instantly.
Their beasts followed them from behind.
Massive serpent-root types and vine-linked crawlers.
They soon sank their claws and roots into the ground.
"Form the anchor ring!" one of them barked.
"Stabilize the undergrowth, now!"
Elaris didn't wait.
She marched forward and tossed the silver box into the center of the forming pit.
"Back up. When it breaks, don't be near it."
The containment vines rose from the earth—twisting, overlapping, spiraling upward to form a living cage.
The box cracked.
A hiss of steam escaped as it shattered open, revealing a transparent prism chamber inside, lined with flickering runes.
