Arthur concluded his words echoing with the weight of inevitability. As he spoke, a silvery haze began to rise from his body, the manifestation of his Null.
The air around him seemed to warp and distort, the haze spreading like a creeping mist.
Suddenly, three non-divine Humans descended from above, their bodies glowing with powerful elemental law energies as they landed between Arthur and Jakimor, forming a barrier to stop Arthur's advance.
"Sir Jakimor, release 'it' now!"
One of them shouted, urgency and resolve in his voice before charging at Arthur to hold him off and buy time.
Jakimor, catching the brief respite, nodded without hesitation. His expression was grim, yet determined, as he quickly began to chant softly, his hands moving in a practised rhythm as he activated his Pseudo-Authority of Binding.
White chains of light appeared, wrapping around his form as he conducted a quick unsealing ritual.
