The spatial compression accelerated, and suddenly TheReaper was being pulled into the cube itself, his form compressing and distorting as reality folded around him.
"You should have taken this seriously from the start!" Pope Gregorius shouted, his voice triumphant despite the exhaustion from channeling so much power. "Should have killed us all immediately instead of playing with your opponents! Your arrogance has finally defeated you!"
TheReaper's expression shifted one final time—from anger to something like regret mixed with dark amusement.
"You're right," he said, his voice strained from fighting the seal but still carrying clearly. "I got cocky. Forgot that even I can be caught off guard if I'm careless enough."
The sealing accelerated. His form was being pulled into the cube, compressed into a space too small to contain a human body, frozen in temporal stasis, bound by divine magic.
