What's Yours is Mine

The iron chains tightened at those words, the clanging of the links running over each other filled the clandestine room. Gnashing its teeth, the monster thrashed about, not understanding why it couldn't break free of the weak looking restraints. This was its soul plane, its own universe where it reigned supreme, there was absolutely no reason for it not being able to escape.

"What have you done?" It roared at him, putrid spittle flying from its mouth.

In a flash of indigo flames, Professor Kal's naked bones were promptly covered by a flowing, pitch-black robe. The design of the dress was as plain as plain could be, no embellishments could be seen on the robes, just inky black silk that greedily swallowed the surrounding light. Raising his skeletal hand, Professor Kal snapped his fingers, and the scenery began to transform in response.