Adventure of Space god

You arrive at a hut of black timber and drowned roots. Inside, a young adult nobleman, a lean man with pale skin, shoulder-length dark hair, and a deep-blue velvet tunic beneath his silver chains kneels within living reeds, his silver chains biting tight as pale fire crawls from the walls.

The bog-witch, wrapped in a ragged brown robe with a blackthorn staff at her side is an elderly woman with green-gray skin, a bent frame, and a crown of wet moss. She watches from the shadows, hands folded, while the ritual moves without her guidance.

At the plea, every chain contracts at once. The nobleman bows beneath the pressure, and a second mouth opens briefly in the smoke above his head.

Pale flames gather into a ring around the kneeling nobleman. The hut groans, reeds turn toward him like listening fingers, and the unseen invocation reaches its final syllables.

Your magic enters the hut as a silent pressure, sinking through black timber, drowned roots, and every silver link binding Edric Vale. The pale ring shudders.

The circle breaks beneath an unseen command. Its flames collapse inward, the reeds recoil, and the chains fall open around the nobleman without touching his skin.

Edric Vale catches himself on one hand, breathing hard as the second mouth in the smoke snaps shut. The hut's groan fades into dripping silence.

The bog-witch rises from the shadows, her blackthorn staff suddenly in hand. No flame remains, yet a cold pulse moves beneath the floorboards.

Edric Vale reaches for the doorway, silver chains trailing from his wrists like dead vines. The path out stands clear.