"There's more irony to this than you realize, sockethole."
Fulgardt hardly heard the sentence. He flared at the surging numbers in his audience – at the way they all looked at him.
Seriously?
The brat really brought out all these people? What was the reason? Did he want all of them to take turns spitting in his face? How childish!
But more importantly…
'I can't do anything!' he thought, his frustration mounting. 'I really am paralyzed and no matter how much I try, my ability to manipulate darkness and light won't so much as twitch.'
