"You will not cast. You will not fly. You will not run. You will not hide."
And Sareth stood at its center: calm, grim, and resolute. A one-woman apocalypse.
Her halberd brimmed with power.
The floor beneath them cracked.
The team of predators, tricksters, and tyrants had walked into a prison.
And now, they were the inmates.
Sareth's eyes swept across the battlefield with the dispassion of a judge, then locked onto the smallest among them.
Feng.
The Gremlord's knees were trembling violently, her previously untamed aura flickering weakly like candlelight in the wind.
Sareth pointed the Halberd of Stillness at her, all the while not moving one step from her position.
"Dispel this, little girl," she commanded. A taunt and a challenge packed into one.
"Go ahead. Override my powers one more time. I dare you."
Feng's lips parted after a great deal of struggle, but no sound came out.