Without hesitation, Azula retrieved the chain artifact from her belt. The dark, glowing links twisted like serpents as she cast them toward Zoller's form. The chains coiled around the body with a sharp metallic hiss, their energy sparking as they locked him in place.
But before the binding could fully activate, a single word broke through the tense air.
"No!"
Emery's voice was cold and unyielding, carrying the weight of undeniable authority. Azula froze mid-motion, her eyes snapping up to meet his.
As Emery took a slow step forward, his towering presence loomed over her like a storm. Each step seemed heavier than the last, resonating with unspoken judgment. The primal energy radiating from him was suffocating, a force that made it impossible for her to ignore the gravity of his intentions.
