Arthur walked in front of the Midolf and Radolf and raised his hand. Tiny black threads made of Dark Magic wrapped around the chains and slowly corrupting them. In less than a minute, the chains were inky black, and when Radolf wriggled, they disintegrated. As for the white-haired youth, he was reluctant to move at all. He gave a hesitant look to Arthur, his lips opening and closing without saying anything.
"What's wrong with him?" Arthur was fully aware of the roc's weird personality so he asked Radolf, who's calmer and more reasonable.
"He- he's just too lazy to move."