Maya lifted her palm, and a burst of golden fire erupted between them. The tendrils recoiled with a shriek, twisting violently as the Shadowbinder barely leaped back in time. But Maya wasn’t finished. With a flick of her fingers, glowing sigils appeared in the air, humming with power.
"Bind," she commanded.
The runes shot forward, forming chains of pure energy. They wrapped around the hooded figure in an instant, sealing them in place. The Shadowbinder hissed, their body writhing, but Maya pressed her fingers together — and the chains tightened, burning into their cloak. The very fabric of their being seemed to sizzle.
But even as she trapped one, another figure appeared behind her, moving without sound. A dagger of pure void shimmered in their grasp, its edge seeking her back.
