Emery had made a mistake.
Of course a prison built to hold a Supreme Magus wouldn't be simple. He should have known. The walls weren't just physical—they were laced with multiple layers of arcane barriers, enchanted seals, and embedded detection wards. The moment he disrupted the third seal, the runes flared.
A siren wailed through the prison halls, shrill and shrieking like a dying beast. Red sigils pulsed in the air, warning of unauthorized intrusion.
Within seconds, Emery's divine sense picked up a dozen energy signatures rushing his way. His mind raced for a plan.
Then came the elder's voice, calm and resolute.
Emery let out a long, slow breath. Five more seals remained. Time was vanishing, and with each second, the hope of success seemed further away.
Then—they arrived.
The corridor echoed with footsteps as the Warden appeared, flanked by ten elite prison janitors. Three of them radiated cosmic-level power.
