"Stop, stop, please stop!"
Minto's terrifying screech filled the large dark hollow halls beneath the Northern Elven city called Sirtik, he thrashed and thrashed but his hands and feet were bound together, and his wings were bound to a wooden post that held him suspended, he was unable to escape because of the chains that bound him, they were swathed in powerful magical binding and strength sapping runes that rendered even Minto useless, and everytime he tried to fight them, they would tighten and sap him of all his energy, his immense reserve of magic was the reason that he alone was able to willfully stay conscious.
For the fourteenth time, Miriá was dipped inside of the rotating magic, and immediately her screams escalated and overpowered Minto's voice completely. "Stop!" Minto pleade
