Offering moral support to Vivian, Soran chuckled almost cruelly, but over the waves of agony seeping into her body, the she-wolf was ignorant of his true intent flashing on his face.
The Wickan smirked triumphantly when the desired effects of his method began to surface. While Vivian writhed from pain and discomfort, clawing at her own skin to leave marks, Soran noticed the appearance of an anomaly.
A thick, ethereal chain of spiritual origin seemed to spur out from Vivian's chest. The metal chain cloaked in a golden glow of magic, levitated in the air, wriggling slowly, much like a worm.
Soran's eyes expanded with a look of disbelief and astonishment.
He whipped his head back and roared with laughter.
