The chamber is sealed.
Not with locks, but with authority.
Layers of formation arrays hum softly beneath the obsidian floor, their runes pulsing in slow, disciplined rhythms. Anti-scrying laws intertwine with spatial anchors, severing the room from outside perception. Even sound bends unnaturally, swallowed before it can escape.
At the center of it all stands Alix.
He is alone—yet surrounded.
A translucent, floating screen hangs before him, visible only to his eyes. Lines of glowing script scroll downward in measured intervals, each line representing a law, a constraint, a possibility.
Alix exhales slowly.
The air around him responds.
Mana thickens, drawn from the formation arrays beneath his feet, flowing upward like invisible tides. The temperature in the chamber rises, not sharply, not violently, but with the controlled pressure of a furnace held just below its breaking point.
On the floating screen, a line flashes.
[Tier 6 Skill: Infernal Starburs]
