As The Storyteller continued to mutter his incantation and more mist gathered around his hand, all warmth suddenly left him long as his foe began to work his magic. The Storyteller felt the black mist enveloping his left hand fade away as the 3 eyed man took his 2nd step. The Storyteller noticed no change to himself upon the 3rd step, as he possessed no enchanted weapons. But he noticed what the 4th step did, as he soon found himself forgetting the incantation of the spell he was invoking. "Well this is problematic" The Storyteller said before looking at the silver ring on his finger "Got anything for sudden lapses in magical ability?".