There was no single wall.
No single seal.
Instead, the entire landscape had become the seal.
The basin itself was covered in millions upon millions of inscriptions, while deeper layers continued forming beneath the black surface.
Only then did I stop.
I remained suspended above the center of the dark ocean and watched the crimson chain continue pulling the remaining black liquid into the Dawn Core.
There was still more.
Far more.
The torrent continued pouring through the tear in space, carrying the remnants of Viserys and the countless souls that had once existed within her.
I didn't rush the process.
I simply waited.
The Dawn Core remained silent around me, its vast world containing the darkness within the isolated region while my countless runes continued suppressing it.
Whatever the Twelfth Soul Current truly was, I had finally succeeded in bringing it inside my own world.
Now I only needed to wait until all of it crossed the threshold.
