The lightning web contracted with violent speed. Rhys tried to dodge, using wind enhancement to escape the closing trap, but the web moved faster than he had anticipated.
Red lightning wrapped around his legs, arms, and torso, locking muscles into involuntary rigidity. He tried to channel wind magic to break free, but the lightning interfered with mana flow, making precise control nearly impossible.
"This was something that I upgraded after I thought for a little bit. Why place a field that someone has to walk into, when I can make the web come to you?" Jack sneered as he walked slowly towards Rhys.
He stopped perhaps three feet from Rhys's immobilized form, his red eyes studying the green tattoos still pulsing despite the electrical assault.
"Sylph's manifestation is trying to protect you," Jack observed. "Pushing healing magic through the stunning effect. That's good instinct. But it's not enough to actually break free, is it?"
