Magnus continued to wrestle against the invisible restraints of the shadow lock, his muscles tensing with each futile attempt to break free. "Come on... move!" he grumbled, frustration evident in his voice. Despite his considerable strength, he remained trapped, unable to release himself from Blackie's hold.
Magnus's eyes darted towards Blackie, who, after unleashing a powerful howl, had settled into a casual, seated position. The wolf's relaxed demeanor, accompanied by a smug smirk, formed a stark contrast to Magnus's own strained and futile efforts to free himself. The sight only served to amplify Magnus's growing irritation.
"What's so funny, huh?" Magnus snapped, his voice dripping with irritation and a touch of suspicion. "You just going to sit there and watch?"
