Chapter 739: Combat Life Magic
"Wait, what are you planning? Isn’t it good Fable’s strong?" I asked.
But Villie was already casting. I gasped as mana left me in a flood, literally staggering at the loss. Eight magic circles appeared around Fable, glowing gold and green. Life magic and fate magic combined in a single spell, forming an array reminiscent of Requiem.
"Two attributes?" R’lissea asked.
The spell resolved with dizzying speed. Villie snapped her fingers, a proud look on her face.
"Fate’s Shackles!" she cried.
Fable squirmed as the spell took effect. Golden green chains appeared from the magic circles, sinking into his flesh and soul. His movements became frantic, a whine escaping his lips. The warm starlight of Adaptive Resistance retreated into his soul, dragging my wards with it. They were still there, just...dormant. The curse of the gate settled in, starting to sap his strength further.
"What are you doing to him?" I cried, managing to regain my balance. My knees shook, my knuckles white on my staff. I’d nearly blacked out after losing so much mana at once.
Villie shrugged. "I told you. It’s no fun to fight when you’re so much stronger."
I watched in open-mouthed horror as Fable’s aura receded. The chains sapped his mana from his muscles and soul, holding it like an unsprung well. His fur lost some of its stars, his eyes their luster. When the flow finally stopped, he’d lost almost all of his mana density in body and soul. His aura placed him around the upper stages of the sixth level.
"There." Villie nodded in satisfaction. "Much better."
I gaped at her. "You forcibly dropped his level?"