Black mist begins to wrap around Vilor, as he feels his celestial force being suppressed. Malcolm's hand gripping tightly around his throat.
Vilor attempts to resist but he doesn't have the energy or strength to do so. Blood spills out of his body as his head begins to feel light. A small spark of energy flares up in his hand but is snuffed out by the mist.
'Damn… I can't get out of this!' Vilor struggles as much as he can, but Malcolm simply grins as he remains unaffected by Vilor's attempts at freedom.
The light begins to fade from his eyes as his arms fall limp, Vilor is barely hanging on to consciousness. Malcolm holds Vilor up high, not able to struggle any longer.
"May the abyss purify what the Primus have tainted…" Malcolm whispers, as two more dominant voices say the same sentence.
