Fighting A Shaman
Leon felt a wave of shame bubble up in his empty chest cavern as he realized that he had been too gullible. He had known that the Orc Shaman would be in the cave, yet he had let himself be captured by the beauty of the illusion earlier. He should have first suspected that it was a trap!
"I would like to add you to my collection. It will make things much easier for me in Divinity's Bout, and also in my future activities." The Orc spoke to Leon, its face still twisted in a horrid grin that exposed its tusks for all to see.
The chains around Leon suddenly tightened, and he felt the mana within his body being suppressed.
'I need to figure out a way from this!' He thought to himself and quickly thought of how to do that. 'Nedra!' He immediately recalled the white millipede that hung around his neck like a thick bead necklace.
'Finally remember me?' As if she had been waiting, she replied with a smug tone.