Perry stopped screaming. He panted and retched, tears springing to his eyes as he tried to control the panic rising within him. He looked up to the flickering torches above, reaching inside for his fire magic. He would summon it and turn this place into a fiery hell.
But once again, the strange dampening effect crushed the spark, some power that the Scryers used to keep magic at bay down here, a way to control their victims. Perry slumped in defeat.
The sound of rustling and then limping footsteps came from the shadows at the side of the hall.
A spindly figure, nearly as tall as the torch brackets, hobbled out of the gloom. A Scryer wrapped in layers of ragged cloth that covered it from head to toe, dragging in the dust as it moved toward Perry.
He backed away as far as he could into t
