"Wait, what are you planning? Isn't it good Fable's strong?" I asked.
But Villie was already casting. I gasped as mana left me in a flood, literally staggering at the loss. Eight magic circles appeared around Fable, glowing gold and green. Life magic and fate magic combined in a single spell, forming an array reminiscent of Requiem.
"Two attributes?" R'lissea asked.
The spell resolved with dizzying speed. Villie snapped her fingers, a proud look on her face.
"Fate's Shackles!" she cried.
Fable squirmed as the spell took effect. Golden green chains appeared from the magic circles, sinking into his flesh and soul. His movements became frantic, a whine escaping his lips. The warm starlight of Adaptive Resistance retreated into his soul, dragging my wards with it. They were still there, just…dormant. The curse of the gate settled in, starting to sap his strength further.
