"Not now," Myrin gasps and he falls to the ground. Blood pours from his mouth and wicked chains bound him to the ground. A dark shadow surrounds him and screams echo all around him. Blood spills onto the ground and the flowers around him wither and die. Myrin's eyes flutter for a moment and then they close. Dark shadows encircle his body sapping his strength as well as his power to fight whatever has afficted him.