The river surged violently, rolling like an enraged dragon. Its current rose slowly, inching toward Dragnar's motionless body above. Only when the tip of his foot touched the flowing water did Dragnar jolt.
A searing pain pierced through his bones. His flesh blistered in an instant, releasing a burnt stench that filled the air. He growled, trying to pull his foot away, but the current refused to let him go.
The river continued to rise, pulling him in deeper. Like invisible hands gripping him tight, it dragged his body further into the vortex of time.
Above, Lein watched the scene unfold with ease. A faint smirk curved on his lips, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight.
With a simple flick of his hand, the river's flow intensified. He observed Dragnar writhing endlessly, his body seemingly being pulled by an inescapable force.
This prison was not just a trap. It was a dream without end, where time was no longer a mere number but an unbearable torment.
