After Seraphielle attacked both Aurelia and Gwen in the corridors, she did a binding spell on Aurelia that made it difficult to move away from her.
The spell settled over Aurelia like invisible chains binding her and restraining her movements without seraphielle's consent. But the flaw in the spell was that Aurelia could still think, she could still speak.
But every attempt to wrench her arm free ended the same way. Her muscles answered sluggishly, as though her own body no longer belonged to her. It wasn't paralysis. It was something subtler, far more sinister. Every command her mind sent to her limbs seemed to dissolve before it reached them.
Seraphielle tightened her grip around Aurelia's wrist and continued pulling her through the dimly lit corridor with measured, unhurried steps.
Behind them, silence reclaimed the passage they had left.
