ARIA’S POV

“What did you do to him?” I yelled, but got no response.

Draven was squished in what looked like a clear giant cube of jelly.

His cheek was pressed on the cube and his hand pressed open against it, like he was trying to force his way out, but he was suspended with bent legs.

I looked at the Elder, but he was just as clueless.

“Say something!” I demanded of the Guardian.

“He’s absolutely fine,” Tapio finally replied.

Draven dropped to the ground as soon as he spoke.

“Draven!” I rushed to help him up, but my head hit a large wall I didn’t see there and...