On the other side of the field, Fillip stood with a mischievous smile on his face. "Here it is," he said triumphantly, pulling a strangely glowing metal tube from beneath his robes. "You will not be able to resist this new technological development."
Lucas suddenly felt a wave of strange energy pass through his body. His hands began to move uncontrollably, as if some other force was forcing his every action. He glanced at Moran, who, normally calm, now looked helpless amidst the energy traps holding him down. Fillip's weapon seemed to be more than just advanced technology; it was a control device capable of overpowering even Moran's kinetic magic techniques.
A small amount of energy, similar to lightning, flowed through Lucas' body. The kinetic techniques Moran usually relied on were now being used to control him. "What have you done to me, Fillip?" Lucas tried to scream, but his voice sounded flat and hollow, as if it were not his own.
