Emery strained against the chains once more. The metal groaned, frost cracking along their surface.
For a fleeting moment, raw fury threatened to take over.
But Emery forced the rage back.
This prison was layered with formation seals that intertwined physical restraint with soul confinement. Every reckless burst of power would only feed the prison further.
No.
The answer lies in the soul.
Closing his eyes, Emery steadied his breathing and expanded his divine sense.
Earlier, he had managed to create a hairline crack—just enough to glimpse the outside world through a narrow window in the pagoda's structure. That confirmed just like any formations, it has the a core.
Now he needed to find it.
He withdrew a purple gem pendant from his domain and the artifact unfolded at his command, reshaping itself into a hovering cube of radiant geometry.
The Astral Link.
