<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The apprentice started writhing in place, fighting against an enemy that only he could see. The judges watched on passively, wanting to see if his mind fought off the illusion or not. Before long he was still, not dead, not unconscious, but held totally and entirely in place by something that only he could see. Ovira went over to him and waved her hand over him, making sure that it was an illusion and not air that held him trapped. After looking at the judges she nodded to Ayla,</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“Okay, release him. We’ve seen enough.”</span>