Apostle of Curses

"Should we make a break for it?" Korra asked, looking over the billowing clouds of darkness at the wall behind them.

I shook my head and let out a long, defeated sigh. "There's no point. They're already locked on to you, and their spell is stronger than Adaptive Resistance or they wouldn't have been able to cast it on you in the first place. I might be able to break it with a targeted Dispel Magic, but my soul…it hurts."

She jolted in surprise. "They're tracking my soul? Are you sure you can't-no, never mind. I know you're doing your best, and you would if you could."

I nodded, but her words did little to make me feel better. Powerful presences appeared one after the other in the courtyard below, multiplying until their combined souls glowed so brightly it nearly overpowered the stifling darkness.