Interrogating Honey Badger

Cardinal Dominic chatted as she led Iver and the others inward, soon reaching the deepest part.

This place was completely different from the loose, nature-oriented disciplinary facilities outside.

At some point, the surrounding buildings had suddenly been wrapped in a layer of silvery-white light metal. Dense black runes had been drawn across the walls, creating a strangely artistic style.

Just by staying in this space, Iver felt a tightening sensation across his exposed skin—as though it had been wrapped in plastic wrap. A faint discomfort kept coming from his wrists, like he was wearing a somewhat heavy watch, but whenever he lowered his head, he could immediately confirm that it was only an illusion.

That was the effect of overflowing Authority power on the Material Realm.

—The entire building had already been transformed into the "temple" of the Silver Crowned Dragon.

Even though the entire Eighteenth Circle was essentially the prison of the Theocracy, this silvery-white temple was the "prison within the prison."

Within this area, even a First Level Law Mage could probably exert the binding power of a Third Level with ease.

This was a domain field with a distinctly Theocracy style. If one wanted to achieve an enhancement of this intensity and duration purely through ritual means, the price would be almost unbearable.

The elves' solution was to build a temple large enough. Compared to the former method, this was much simpler... All they needed was to assign enough bishops according to the area covered, and the entire building could be continuously sanctified.

By Iver's estimate, this heavy-criminal prison, which was actually a "temple," covered at least thirty thousand square meters—the equivalent of four standard soccer fields.

It was not because enough criminals were imprisoned inside.

Rather, nothing within it circulated with the outside world. It formed