A ripple spread through the air, and silence fell over the group.
All eyes were locked on Veyarel as he stood tall, arms raised, gathering the fractured threads of spatial energy around him. Vayarel was a Three-Cosmos Grand Magus with mastery over spatial magic; he had broken through the walls of countless realms before. He had faced twisting dimensions, spatial mazes, and impossible folds in reality.
But this place was different.
This prison realm bound all who entered. The energies of the cosmos were muted, suppressed, as if the realm itself refused to allow a path outward.
The spell took shape—a complex formation of spatial loops and layered runes rotating in slow motion around him.
Minutes passed.
For an hour, Veyarel poured his strength into the spell. Veins pulsed at his temples. Symbols etched from pure spatial essence shimmered before collapsing again and again. And finally… he staggered back.
