"Elder!" Several disciples gasped in horror as they watched their elder being slowly drained of energy by a dark, ominous dome. His skin began to tear, blood gushing from his wounds, and in a moment of desperation, one of the disciples swung his sword.
Infusing it with his Qi, the disciple unleashed a strike with enough force to slice through the elder's weapon.
The elder, unable to wield his own power or exert any control, found his sword did not resist the disciple's attack; it was too weakened by the energy drain for him to defend himself.
"Urgh?!", the elder grunted, shock coursing through him as his sword was cleaved in two. He felt the vise-like grip of the dark dome loosening its hold on his internal energy, but the relief was fleeting.
Instead, he was left feeling as if he had been cast onto a volcano, searing heat igniting from within him.
