[Spatial Seal still fixed on a target.]
[Withdraw to use on someone else?]
[Confirm Withdrawal: Yes / No]
"What…?" Hissra muttered, his voice hoarse, as the notification hovered before him. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing.
Still fixed on a target?
That meant the seal hadn't been broken. It was still binding someone.
But if that was true—
His thoughts never reached their conclusion.
Because in the next instant, a presence—sharp and suffocating—materialized directly in front of him.
Eli.
Standing within the Heat Domain. Inside the burning cylinder that was supposed to incinerate anything that entered.
Grinning.
Unharmed.
Hissra froze mid-step. His thoughts staggered. How is he not cooking alive right now? The very air inside the domain was unbreathable, the ground scorched to glass—but Eli looked unaffected, his cloak barely fluttering from the heat.
Then he felt it—Eli's hand snapping forward, gripping his wrist. The same hand that held the seal.
