The crushing weight of the golden-armored man's skill blanketed the city. The pressure rooted every undead in place, their limbs locking mid-motion as if the world itself had frozen them.
James, drenched in sweat and with his chest heaving, blinked in disbelief. His staff trembled in his grip, and for a heartbeat, he thought his eyes were betraying him.
"What—?" he rasped, unable to form a full sentence.
Then the ground beneath them rumbled.
An enormous array flared to life, burning across the ruined streets in lines of radiant light. Chains erupted from its surface, shooting upward with a metallic screech. They coiled around the limbs of every undead, binding them in cruel shackles that glowed with holy fire.
"AHHHHHGGHHHHH!"
The horde wailed in unison, shrieks piercing the air as the burning chains sank into their rotting flesh. The golden figure's voice cut through the cries like a blade.
"—Seal!"
