After Soren was tied to the stake and everyone had lined up ready to be involved in Soren's death, Neve had Skarr snap the dark magic out of him.
"Do it," Neve commanded.
Skarr raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The moment his finger snapped, the dark magic that had been controlling Soren shattered like glass.
Soren came back to his senses immediately.
He started panting hard, gasping for air like he had been drowning. His eyes went wild as he turned his head to check where he was. The realization hit him like a physical blow.
He was tied to a wooden stake in the center of the village. His wrists were bound tightly with rope. His legs were secured to the base of the stake. His chest was exposed and vulnerable.
The last thing he remembered was him about to complete his dark magic ritual. He had been so close to gaining ultimate power. And here he was now, tied up like an animal waiting for slaughter.
