Immediately, Belladonna cycled the mana through her body. Her remaining finger tips instantly sparked and crackled with lighting in response, as their glyphs eagerly took in the gift of mana and carried out their singular purpose.
That made her sigh with relief. At least she was not entirely devoid of magic. That would make this all the more irritating if that was the case.
She tried to transform, but the usual bloodlust inside of her was being pushed deep down inside by this impossible gravity. Even her [Eternal Companion] who was supposed to stay with her no matter what, and who had even transcended worlds to remain by her side, was failing her.
Her shadow was still there, but it refused to be anything more than the simple absence of light. Not allowing her to meld into it or retrieve any items out of it.
Best guess, was that it was her innate skills - those from her race and which she had acquired through source consumption - that was being suppressed for some reason.
