Penelopy's full attention was still locked on Nedrax as the dragon weaved between her attacks, roaring with defiance and fire.
Her unconscious magic lashed out with terrifying precision, but she never once noticed the shadow creeping along the cracked arena floor—Fenrir.
He was already behind her when he struck.
With a sharp grunt, Fenrir slammed his palm against her chest, a pulse of mana surging from his hand and sinking directly into her body.
"Got you."
Her eyes fluttered—finally cracking open—but they were unfocused, confused, and dim.
Penelopy's body reacted violently. Her aura flared, blades of water and ice erupting outward in reflex. But Fenrir didn't budge. He planted his feet firmly and summoned his power again.
[Master of Earth: Bind.]
Jagged roots of stone rose from the arena floor, spiraling around her arms and legs, locking her limbs in place.
