Jareth's body hurtled through the air again, crashing into the broken remains of another siege engine.
The impact sent wooden splinters flying as he tumbled across the bloodstained dirt, groaning as he tried to push himself up.
His vision swam, and pain throbbed in his ribs, but the battlefield's chaos was deafeningly clear.
"Support the captain!" a knight shouted.
"If we kill the Emperor, this war ends!" a mage cried.
With desperation, the knights charged forward, shields raised, swords glinting with aura light. Behind them, the mages chanted, arcane sigils glowing beneath their feet.
A heartbeat later—
BOOM!
Black iron chains erupted from the earth, snaking around Arkanos's limbs, coiling around his torso, pulling him down.
The ground trembled from the sheer power of the Third Circle binding spell.
The mages poured every ounce of their mana into the restraints, the strain visible on their faces.