Calen gets pulled away from me. I scramble to reach him, take a hold of his arms and hang on for dear life as the chains pulled on him hard. His face was in a mask of pain as perspiration starts to run down his face. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t changing into his demon form, like Astaroth, to keep himself grounded.
Was he not able too, or did he refuse to change? Again, he cries out in pain and withers into a ball, the chains momentarily stalled. Grabbing his arms, I pull him towards me and away from that mouth of death.
I was getting so angry and scared that, without thinking, I take a hold of a chain that was wrapped around his arm and yank as hard as I could. I yell out my frustration and before I knew it, my hands glowed in the yellow light.
The chain suddenly gets overtaken
