The battle of Nakor. (11)

"What... What is this?" he muttered, his excitement rapidly giving way to confusion. He concentrated harder, but his teleportation still refused to activate.

His voice grew louder, more frantic. "What's going on?! Why can't I teleport? I still have energy to do it... this... this shouldn't be happening! What is this sorcery!?"

For the first time in years, Harlix felt a cold sensation creeping into his chest: fear.

Lilla remained silent, her calm demeanor unshaken. The glowing hands lifted Harlix higher into the air, their grip tightening. The once-confident Nexum commander now dangled helplessly, his arms pinned and sparks flying from his armor as the ethereal grip disrupted the flow of energy within it.