"I can do it, but I need time. This isn't a simple spell," Morgana warned, her eyes lingering on her long-sword. "To anchor the seal, I'll have to sacrifice my own blade's spirit to complete the ritual bridge."
Father stood beside me, his face pale as the implications began to set in. I looked at the raw log in her hands and then back at him. "So, the plan is to seal him inside the Wood-Steel forever?"
"Not exactly," he whispered, his voice tight with a new kind of dread. "From what I can gather, she cant just locking him away. Only possible way now is for Bagu to become the energy source for the wood steel.
"Wood-Steel was never meant to be a prison," Father said, his voice a low tremor. "It was forged to be the ultimate conductor designed to siphon dragon energy and use it as fuel for its own growth. But it was never intended to contain that power forever."
A chill ran down my spine. "So... using it as a cage was never actually the plan? It's just a temporary fix?"
