James stood in the center of the battlefield, wild laughter pouring from his throat like a broken dam. His eyes, bloodshot and gleaming with a deranged glint, scanned the chaos around him. People writhed, fell to their knees, some already unconscious — all bound by chains that pulsed with black, oozing energy.
He raised his arms, the black chains that slithered out from him rattling like cursed serpents.
"This…" he cackled, "is an SS-rank spell… Bred and nourished from the life force of thousands! Each chain is cursed, and with every passing moment…" He stomped his foot, making the ground pulse darkly, "it will get heavier. You'll feel your soul being pulled, drained, slowly... until there's nothing left. Hahaha!"
Ariana gasped, her eyes dilating in horror.
"No… it can't be…" she muttered.
