Cold

Reeva looked toward the hooded man and noticed that he wasn't losing any power. The black hands of the void had latched onto him, pulling him toward the dark painting. After a brief moment of thought, Reeva deduced that the man must also be a mystic, like him.

"What the hell…" the hooded man muttered, his eyes darting around the room in a panic. His face was filled with fear, and his body instinctively reacted, grabbing at the dark hand, trying to tear it away from him. But it was no use — the void's grasp was far stronger. Its entire form was imbued with mystic power, making it impossible to resist.

Then something happened. Reeva, still attuned to mystic power, noticed a strange energy reacting around the hooded man. He couldn't quite make out the form, but he knew the man had just used mystic power.