When Aya cast the spell on the chain, she was granted a blindingly bright flash of magic over her eyes, though it was not as painfully brilliant as when she'd cast it on the throne that held the Black Scroll. The spell was familiar, but also new at the same time. It was a sinister magic that was some kind of unimaginably cruel blend of a Soul Bind and Energy Drain, all mixed into one incantation and subsequent enchantment. The foul spell was engineered to force the black dragon to remain attached to the chain, which in turn slowly-<i>very</i>slowly- sapped its soul away. Given the power of the dragon's spirit, it would still waste away, slowly but definitely, over a few tortuous centuries. It seemed that the demons had indeed planned ahead, and would make him wither into nothing before he would grow strong enough with age. Aya then found it noticeable, now that she was close enough to see past the jagged scales, that its ribs were just starting to poke through its sides out of its state of health, not as of its fiendish 'augmentations.'<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>