Chapter 41: The Ecstasy of Power
The chamber was dim, everything felt charged with an electric tension as the masked man stood before Lirian…
The runes on the chains binding her pulsed faintly, feeding off her magic as he manipulated the energy radiating from her.
Lirian sat slumped against the stone pillar, her breaths shallow and ragged.
She could feel the pull of her own mana, a force wrenched from her soul and woven into the room by his hand.
Her energy flowed freely, no longer under her control, and the sensation of it being siphoned left her weak and trembling.
Yet it wasn't her weakness that caught his attention—it was the raw potency of her magic, coursing through the air like a tangible force.
He stood in its glow, his breaths coming quicker as if he were intoxicated.
"Do you feel it, Lirian?" he murmured as if with something that made her stomach twist.
