The surrounding water currents began to change shape, gradually condensing into a long, flowing blue beam of light, enveloping both Melt Throat and Frost Eyes.
The beams twisted upward like vines, tightly binding the two Elemental Lords in place.
"You were once the most powerful Lords of this world, but now—you will become my servants."
David spoke with a firm and ruthless voice.
This meant something, but to protect this world, he had to do it.
He would no longer tolerate any form of resistance.
As the Spell was continually chanted, Melt Throat and Frost Eyes felt an irresistible force invading their respective consciousnesses.
It felt like being gripped tightly by an invisible hand; they tried to resist but found themselves completely unable to break free.
"What is this power?" Melt Throat asked in horror, his heart surging with anger and despair.
He used all his strength to try and break the bonds, but all efforts were like stones sinking into the sea, leaving no trace.
