[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
Gretchen's gaze traced the geometry of her prison.
Translucent hexagonal panels of light slid into place one after another, sealing with a resonant sound that vibrated through her bones rather than her ears. The barrier was not oppressive in weight, but every angle was precise and every edge sharp. It closed in just enough to remind her that it was there, that escape was no longer an abstract concept but a problem now.
She lifted a hand and let her fingers brush the surface. The mana was cold and smooth. Solidified. Intentionally so.
Across from her, Koschei watched with open satisfaction.
