" You're mine now." Mithra said with a devilish smile certain of her victory against Talia.
Black energy materialized into a cocoon about Talia enshrouding her in darkness.
" Just in case she escapes." Atar said to Mithra as he began to conjure up energy within his palms.
" I find it insulting that you would think that. I spent over a century creating and mastering it you know." Mithra replied with her fingers lusciously rubbing her lips.
The ball of orange energy began to materialize, it lengthened to a long great blade and then a grip appeared. Atar had a brimming greatsword clasped in his hands, taking a stance that suggested he was anticipating Talia breaking out of the cocoon.
" It traps the victim and plays to them a series of nightmares for eternity with no hopes of them ever seeing the daylight again."
" Wicked." Said Atar with a smirk.
" Oh please."
