In other words, the seal and the ward were two sides of the same coin.
"Pontiff Valerius," Clown's voice cut in, sharp and urgent. "That's true Mimicry magic, not just some cheap copy-paste spell. He's not just tracing your moves." That last exchange had made it terrifyingly clear: the Deputy Commander had simulated their entire formation.
"I know," Valerius bit back, his voice tight. A torrent of divine power began to surge from him, making the very fabric of space tremble. "Jack, Konak, Yriel—I am going to unleash the formation's full power. I will shatter the space around Staghelm into a fractal labyrinth to trap them."
"Even with a perfect copy of the Dodecahedron," he explained, the strain evident in his voice, "it will take them an eternity to navigate their way out. While they're lost, the three of you will move as one. Kill the Demigod of the Moonwell and raze Staghelm City to the ground. After we've crippled them, we can deal with the rest of these heretics."
