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Hoo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
The scholar's chains clanged loudly, their echoes surging like a torrent of water through the dark corridors of Andrey's nighttime.
Lyle had intended to remind him about disguising and avoiding the witch, but now seemed like a poor time to do so. The scholar's silver chains writhed like the angry tentacles of a colossal king squid, swinging wildly in the air. Surrounding the scholar, a swirling vortex of magic power formed and enveloped him, which, to Lyle's eyes, resembled a runaway tumble dryer.
The flowing magic power spontaneously created a spherical barrier. Merely approaching it, Lyle felt the magic power on his body being siphoned away, becoming part of the barrier. Mr. Scholar probably had never realized how dangerous he could be when angry.
