The purple glow of the seals cast a jagged, unnatural light across the execution plaza, painting the faces of the onlookers in shades of sickly violet. Zeven remained fixed in place, his limbs rigid as if the very marrow in his bones had been replaced by dense, unyielding lead. The three elders stood in a perfect triangle around him, their bone masks reflecting the pulsating light of the geometric patterns they had etched into the stone. Every time Zeven attempted to channel his spiritual energy, the seals flared with an intense, humming sound, tightening their grip on his nervous system.
"Do you feel it, Zeven?" the eldest elder asked, his voice echoing with a hollow resonance that seemed to bypass Zeven’s ears and vibrate directly within his skull. "The power you stole from the abyss ha
