Stark clenched his fists, feeling the weight of the cuffs dragging down his energy like anchors.
His gaze burned toward the [Classes Figure], which hovered silently, studying the restraints.
It extended a shimmering, translucent hand toward the cuffs, its movements precise and deliberate.
A faint light emanated from its touch as it probed the crimson runes etched into the metal.
For a moment, Stark felt a flicker of hope as the cuffs grew warm.
The warmth turned to heat, then pressure.
Suddenly, the runes flared violently, a shockwave of red energy forcing the [Classes Figure] back.
Stark winced as the recoil sent a stinging jolt through his arms.
"Not working?" Stark gritted through his teeth, struggling to keep his tone even.
The [Classes Figure] straightened, its form rippling faintly as if absorbing the feedback.
Without a word, it returned to the task, this time pressing its other hand against the cuffs.
