The Memory Stealer

Oman let out a long sigh. There was no way the boy could counter this curse. Of all the curses, Stambhan was hard to break, even if the caster was just a novice apprentice. Unlike other curses, stambhan attacked the opponent's brain. It froze his thoughts, bewildered his wits, stilled his mind, and thus it paralyzed his whole body, rendering him into a living statue. A wielder under this curse couldn't even recall who he was, let alone remember all the spirit- paths he needed to break free of the evil spell. 

Was this a divine will? Would the tree of Inna's lineage finally dry away? The lord of Minaak wondered. A cold sensation surged into his veins. His mighty hands, which had severed thousands of Moriyans' heads, quivered. Since he had greeted the Atlantians into the city, he had been having these ominous signs.