The mindscape had become a cage made of living law, rules and principles.
Golden-white runic structures tightened around the trapped Ancient Will like chains that had grown out of the world itself, each one pulsing with a quiet authority that did not need to announce its power. The structures were not static barriers or ordinary seals, because they continued to shift, multiply, and refine themselves with every passing moment, adapting to the Will's existence and closing every possible path of escape before the Will could even think of taking it. Runes drifted through the air in slow orbits, but they no longer looked like distant stars. They looked like teeth. They looked like the opening mouth of something far older and far hungrier than the being it had tried to consume.
