The shaman stood in the hidden chamber, his head thrown back and his arms outstretched as a
symphony of colored lights flashed from his fingertips. They danced in the air like living things, red
and blue and gold swooping and swirling, coalescing and breaking up again into individual patterns.
They played around the heads of the captured heroes, lighting them up in grotesque caricature,
draining them of their incredible powers.