The mana between them surged again as Judicar raised one clawed hand skyward. Runes ignited across his arm, ancient symbols glowing gold with divine power.
"Binds of Justice!"
Chains of radiant light burst from the ground around Kyle's feet, wrapping around his limbs and torso.
The mana coiled like serpents, glowing with judgment, and forced Kyle to one knee. Each chain pulsed with divine memory.
"Let the weight of your sins be revealed. You will face every crime you've committed."
Judicar intoned, voice deep and resonant.
Images flashed before Kyle's eyes—villages burned in the crossfire, enemies cut down without hesitation, gods slain without mercy, choices made with brutal efficiency.
"You're a murderer, a deceiver, a breaker of divine law! You claim justice is blind, yet all you've ever done is spill blood in its name!"
Judicar snarled, stepping forward.
The chains tightened. The ground cracked beneath Kyle's knees.
But then—
Crack.
One of the bindings snapped.
