Dark Elves Harem

Chapter 28

Logan’s aim was perfect. Voidmoth had been too busy focusing on his bindings, and he didn’t expect Logan to throw a simple-looking glass bottle at him.

The trap smacked the elve--asshole right in the chest, and then the magic flowed out of the neck like fog. Seconds after making contact with its target, the enchanted vessel levitated into the air and released a series of ectoplasmic silver strings out of its neck.

The wires wrapped themselves around Voidmoth’s wrists, ankles, and neck, and the man in the suit let out a gasp as he struggled for air.

Logan heard him say, “I’ve had just about enough of your games, Mr. Logan,” and the fear was now clear in his voice. Then the smoky ghost-wires began to tighten around him.

Voidmoth let out a frantic scream as the pungent smell of sulfur grew in the abandoned building. Streams of red Magicfire traveled up the strings and ignited the bottle in a glow of crimson. It burned brightly for a moment, shattered