The butterflies hovering above continued pouring impossible amounts of mana into the Golden Flutterer, maintaining the soul prison that trapped everyone inside their own minds.
Elara's breathing quickened as she rushed over to Ethan, who always seemed to have an answer for everything.
Her hands grabbed his shoulders and shook him frantically.
Nothing.
She shook him harder.
Still nothing.
His eyes remained completely lifeless.
She glanced toward the butterflies, unsure what to do.
'I can't attack...'
What if damaging the Golden Flutterer while everyone remained trapped hurt them?
What if breaking the spell left them trapped in there forever?
She wasn't sure and couldn't risk losing Ethan over acting without thinking it through.
Her fists clenched.
The only thing that came to mind was trying to reach the man she had almost grown dependent on. He was so reliable when needed and was never fazed by anything, so to see him in such a state was troubling.
