Chapter 68 : Divine Judgment

"Dirga—Kaela's ready. Lock him!"

Saelari's voice echoed directly into his mind through the rune link.

Dirga didn't hesitate. "Got it."

He inhaled once, steadying his thoughts. Please… let this be enough.

The Crimson Core pulsed in his hand—then unraveled.

The bandages burst outward like living threads, twisting through the air in a blur of red and black. Dirga's telekinesis surged, guiding them with razor precision.

They shot toward the Butcher, wrapping around his limbs, his gut-mouth, his monstrous eye.

"You think you can bind me, child?!" the Butcher roared, thrashing.

Dirga gritted his teeth.

The bandages tightened—compressing with impossible force. The Butcher's muscles bulged. His breath hitched. The ground cracked beneath his weight.

And then Dirga pushed harder.

He poured gravity into every thread.

His entire Concept surged through him like a collapsing star.

The air warped.