The men on the ground suddenly scrambled to their feet, attempting to flee, but I extended a single finger. Black chains erupted from the air, snaking toward them and coiling tightly around their bodies. The chains yanked them back down to their knees with a forceful snap. My Soul Shackle skill had grown to such a level that controlling people like this felt effortless.
The only one who didn't move was their leader. For all his faults, he still retained a shred of dignity—unlike his pathetic subordinates.
"You might as well sit still and wait for your deaths," I said coldly, my voice carrying a finality that made them tremble. "Don't think you can escape me. I'll give you a choice: a quick death, or ages of torture. Decide wisely."