Seeing the orange glow on Gorg's hands and the expression on his face, Tala raised a brow toward him.
"It's much better for you to surrender willingly, you know. There's no shame in it. Besides, you are all out of threads," Tala said.
Gorg turned his attention toward Tala, gritting his teeth before activating his gift once more.
"Who says I'm out of threads yet?" he retorted.
Tala felt her tulga abruptly tightening, causing her to frown and jump backwards to get out of Gorg's range of control, immediately understanding what was going on.
However, it was too late!
"Urgh!" Tala felt her body immediately slamming into the ground.
Bang!
Her senses were immediately disoriented. She tried her best to regain her senses; however, she instantly felt something tightening around her body, restricting her movements.
"Cheater!" Tala exclaimed loudly.