The spiral staircase ascended through the hollow interior of the ancient watchtower, echoing with the frantic rhythm of fleeing footsteps above them.
Dust sifted down from the curved masonry ceiling, illuminated by the faint azure shimmer of spatial wards locking across the landing arches.
Nari vaulted over the lower steps with effortless poise, her lynx tail flicking behind her as she maintained her pursuit.
Her feline senses tracked the frantic breathing and scuffing footsteps of the rehearsal keeper climbing two levels above.
"You can run all you want, but you are not leaving through the sky," she muttered under her breath.
She reached the third landing, where a shimmering distortion hovered within an arched alcove in the masonry.
The keeper attempted to activate an emergency spatial relay, hoping to dissolve into raw teleportation mana.
Nari flared her four Wings, channeling the absolute spatial restriction of her signature divine technique.
