The hand marks on her arms and neck were even more vivid, the faint shadows of arms reaching out for those spots now visible. The cloud that was at her feet extended past her waist, tendrils of black mist writhing and binding her like chains.
And she could do nothing…
As the man and his reflections continued to chant out the spells, as the demons and Jinns he had summoned pulled her into the darkness to consume her, she could do nothing against any of them.
She could only twist in pain, grit her teeth, and shed tears as she felt as if a thousand hammers were bludgeoning her head.
She was weak…
Without the ring, she could not even fight to save herself…
She, who had wooed a thousand men and Jinn back in the day.
She, who had nations bend down to her and carry her every whim.
She, who had dared to wage war against The Great King.
She was nothing but a powerless prey before the ones restricting her, consuming her, torturing her…
