The chamber was trembling again—not with danger this time, but with the unbearable pressure of power being forced into a narrow path. The ritual circle beneath them flickered bright white, its symbols spiraling like living stars. Raviel was already drenched in sweat, his fingers forming rapid sealing signs, his aura turning sharp and dense like compressed wind.
Akumo's voice thundered through the chamber.
"This is my final move. We can still do it."
Raviel didn't hesitate. He couldn't. His lord's tone was not a suggestion—it was fate being spoken aloud.
He slammed both palms against the floor.
"SEAL—FULL RELEASE!"
A roar of spiritual energy erupted from Raviel's hands, forming a dense, shimmering barrier that wrapped around the wild aura floating between Akumo and Richard. For the first time in minutes, the unstable mass of white spirit-light stopped thrashing and settled—contained, locked in place.
Raviel gasped. "I—I caught it. But I can't hold it long, Lord Akumo!"
