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Chapter Eleven: Shackles of Fire
Author: Pheel-Grip
last update2025-08-18 05:21:55

Jason’s wrists itched under the iron bands they clamped around him.

They weren’t ordinary shackles. The runes etched into the metal glowed faintly, thrumming against his skin. They didn’t just bind, they drank. The shard inside him recoiled, hissing like a caged beast.

Elias stood grimly by as the enforcers locked the final clasp. “These are focus restraints,” he said flatly. “They’ll bleed off excess power before it burns you alive. Or us.”

Jason flexed his hands, the bands heavy, uncomfortabl
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