From the depths of the room, an ethereal radiance emerged, two luminous rays of white light piercing through the ground and curling around the wrists of Jerouch and Zephyr.
The gentle glow enveloped their skin, leaving behind a distinct mark, as if etching an indelible symbol upon their very beings.
''That's a binding mark that restrains you from divulging whatever we discussed here.'' Jarvis's voice resonated through the room, carrying an air of authority and confidence.
His words hung in the air, laden with the weight of their implications.
The binding mark etched upon their wrists shimmered softly, a tangible symbol of the pact they had entered into.
The mark held a power beyond its physical appearance, serving as a powerful enchantment that sealed their lips and guarded the secrets of their conversation.
It was a solemn vow, a binding contract that restrained them from sharing the knowledge they had gained within those hallowed walls.
