Prozest noticed his enemies closing in on him, one girl had drawn two short swords a man had generated tendrils of black that now shot towards Prozest, along with a whip made of blood. He swung his spear left and right and blocked some, one wrapped around his arm as the whip of blood wrapped around his spear and tore it away from him. He saw no other options and began wrapping himself under it closing the gap between him and the source of the shadowy energy. He managed to get very close and swung his hands together in an upwards motion with great speed, striking the man in the face. He noticed some of the other closing in and heard a voice in his head, it spoke to his mind and told him to approach the orb and it would aid him in this fight. It had warped his mind into thinking this was his battle. He jumped above his enemies and landed in front of the orb, he quickly thrust his hand out and felt energy serge though his body. His mind went black for a moment and he felt pieces of his conscience join that of the others in the room, he knew he was there but he had no control of any of them. His mind plunged into their minds, their fears, their hopes, their past, even their most intimate of desires. He forced their minds into submission, forcing them each into their own box of their own realities.