Kael’s action was not one of aggression, but of necessity. He was not building a cage, but a crucible.
He began to weave, not with the threads of creation as he once had, but with the raw, chaotic energy of the fear itself.
He took Lyra’s parental ache, Anya’s unsolvable paradox, Silus’s uncontrollable variable, and Echo’s jarring dissonance, and began to give them form.
He was not walling the fear out; he was giving it a space to be understood.