Silence had fallen like a lead blanket in the dark and freezing cell, only disturbed by the slight residual crackling of magical energy that still floated around Mordred. He remained motionless, contemplating his now powerful and perfectly stable hands, feeling each cell, each particle of his body vibrating with unimaginable power.
Ygdrasyle observed his companion with a wary gaze, his golden pupils scrutinizing him attentively, trying in vain to understand what he had just witnessed. He slowly opened his mouth, as if to say something, but suddenly his body tensed violently. His slave collar vibrated, heating slightly against his skin. A familiar voice, cold, authoritative and emotionless, resonated directly in his mind with icy precision:
- "Ygdrasyle, explain to me immediately what is happening. We have detected an anomaly. Why has Mordred's collar deactivated?"
