Prozest Turr heard the sounds of screams in his dream, he knew them to be unfamiliar and that this was not in his mind. His body snapped out of the stasis it was in and returned to reality, he put tied the fang to his wasteband and pulled his spear from the wall climbing to a point above the orb with a clear view of the door. He raised back his spear and tensed, with certainty he would kill whatever walked through that door. His muscles all prepared to launch the spear, his mind raced he felt that all he could do was throw the spear. He couldnt lower his arm, in fact it seemed to be locked in place. His eyes gazed at the orb and he knew it had control over him, he knew it wouldnt let him miss. He held himself their and readjusted his grip on the spear. Sweat ran down his brow, he looked back at the orb and got the sense that it watched him as well. He looked away this object had taken him and he knew he was stuck under its spell for as long as it wanted him.