Erik stepped into the airlock, and the door quickly closed behind him with a precise, almost silent click.
In response, some sigils flickered to life around him, bathing the small space in an ethereal glow. Erik felt the connection between his runes and his body's power being severed, a sensation like ice water trickling down his spine, while the link between his glyphs and his aetherium remained as robust as ever, a warm beacon in the cold disconnect.
"It's actually quite impressive they already have sigils that can stop a Runebound from using their power," Elora's voice sounded in Erik's head, her tone laced with a mixture of admiration and curiosity, apparently unconcerned by the sigils' effects. "I really get more and more curious about the person in charge of sigils for the Council."
