It did not take long.
The palace—or rather, the prison—was successfully constructed.
Layer upon layer of sealing rituals densely encircled it, leaving not a single crack.
Within them,
semi-transparent chains writhed ceaselessly like some kind of living thing, automatically strengthening the surrounding blockade according to the actual situation without interruption.
At the same time,
as the unlucky fellow bound by chain after chain finally drew near,
countless streams of light shone ever more brilliantly.
Strands of radiance surged and flowed through innumerable spell runes.
Within the utterly empty void,
a gigantic circular gate emerged from nothingness.
A gateway composed of flesh and bone.
The two doors on either side
were less like doors
than a mouth.
A twisted, bloody, enormous mouth brimming with an eerie air.
As for the so-called lock, it was made up of pale white teeth.
Some resembled beast fangs, some human teeth... pointed, curved, blunt... every kind imaginable!
Yet regardless,
those teeth, filled with a grotesque sense of absurdity, were tightly clenched shut.
There was not the slightest gap.
Only when that flesh-cloud-like being arrived
did the teeth slowly part.
As though intending to feed, they gradually revealed the passage—or rather, the cavity—within that great mouth.
At that instant,
an endless bloody gale howled out from within...
Even the empty void was blown swollen, rustling and roaring.
That was the sound produced when the Space-time Structure was affected.
Then,
chains extended from within one after another like predatory organs. Amid the flesh cloud's incessant struggles, they seized and restrained it.
Little by little, they slowly drew it toward the depths of the cavity—the deepest part of that palace...
Faced with this scene,
although the flesh cloud desperately wanted to struggle,
its strength had already been tightly restricted by the event. Facing the schemes of so many