Shelia's fingertip stayed planted on Hajin's forehead while the isolating boundary crept past the table beside his pinned knees.
"Get your hand off him!" Didi shouted, dragging the frost toward the mage's wrist, "that order comes from the throne, and you will obey it!"
Shelia never even blinked, treating the ring of weapons like an inconvenience her research would eventually excuse.
"I am almost finished," she murmured, watching the pressure meet resistance beneath his skin, "you need not disturb the observation."
'Finished asking, maybe, but I never agreed to let you start digging around in there, lady.'
The spell groped for an opening past his outer defenses while his better hand stayed crushed beneath the gravity.
The probe pushed concentrated mana through her fingertip, wiring her formation straight into pathways she assumed could never fight back. His second Ring rose to meet the current inside his spiritual sea, handing Assimilation the very structure carrying her probe.
