A single beam shot out from the sphere—sharp, golden, and furious. It crashed into the far wall of the sealed chamber.
There was no bounce.
Instead, the wall buckled. The whole cube trembled under the force of impact, warping slightly at the point of contact. I felt the spatial layers strain under the pressure, small cracks forming in the fabric.
I frowned.
The light wasn't contained—it was clashing violently with the structure. It needed either more control or a stronger prison.
I chose both.
With a mental tug, I infused more Essence into the runes lining the walls. They shimmered brighter, responding to my Absolute command.
I compressed the cube further—shrinking the chamber down to four feet across now. The space grew denser, heavier, the edges no longer passive but reinforced with additional folds. The cube solidified, the walls thickening with spatial layering until it held like stone under tension.
