Looking at it now, he had to admit—the spell Pantheon shared with him was too scary.
It allowed the user to trap a soul within a core-like object, its principles similar to how Ancient Dragons retained their consciousness after death.
But unlike them, Leno lacked any means of reclaiming his body or even creating a new one.
All he could do was keep shouting, cursing his fate, and regretting ever crossing someone who should never have been challenged.
Asher tilted his head, his voice calm and curious.
"How does it feel knowing that you'll be trapped in that place forever?"
Leno flinched at the words, his translucent form thrashing against the walls of his prison.
"No! NO! You can't do this! LET ME OUT!"
The crystal only pulsed in response.
Asher exhaled "Not so courageous now, are you?"
"Please!" he gasped, the arrogance in his tone gone, replaced with something pathetic and small.