POV: Aphrodite
The prison responds to Direwolf blood like a living thing.
I felt it the moment my palm pressed against the seal point — not the passive resistance of stone or the structural opposition of sealed magic, but the active response of something that has been waiting for this specific contact for a very long time and has strong feelings about its arrival. The prison's architecture is not neutral. It was built with intent and the intent is present in every ley-line running through the stone, in every seal layered on top of the ones beneath it, in the specific rage of a system that was designed to hold and is now being challenged at all three of its anchor points simultaneously.
It burns.
