"S-Selvih… what are you talking about?" A feeling of insecurity suddenly appeared in Selvian's heart, she felt as if Selvih was plotting something to frighten her.
Selvih smiled and approached Selvian and stroked Selvian's beautiful face with her hand.
Selvian was afraid to protest, she felt that Selvih was looking at her as if she were looking at a product, and not the way a daughter would look at a mother.
However, what scared Selvian the most was that she couldn't move. Selvian felt a force bind her, which made her unable to move.
That power wasn't mana, it was something horrible and it had an extremely bizarre but beautiful color.
It must be known that to be able to use one's energy to control others, the oppressor needs to have twice or more power than the controlled person.
