Prozest watched the nightmares of his victims and grimaced. He himself was caught in his own mind but he had control over his own mind, at least enough to prevent himself from being plunged into his own nightmarish reality. He was falling in a black abyss with a small light below him, he accelerated he felt warm air and the smell of burning wood. He recognized this place and in an instant he was blinded by light then his eyes opened and he was in his tent, the one he was born and raised in in his village. He looked around the canvas tent and knew this was his happy place, he sat alone in the tent a fire in the center with a large hunk of meat in the dangling over the fire. The entrance to the tent opened and Prozest walked out, he saw the orb not far from him and walked to it. He reached his hand out and tapped it with his finger, he felt a surge of energy once again flow through his body then his mind was catapulted back into reality. He saw his opponents, some passed out then there was one standing against the mental onslaught. Prozest took a step towards the man and froze, he looked down at his feet and took another step. He was in control once more, he smiled and began walking slowly to the man. He got within a foot of the man and set his hand out and he touched the mans shoulder, Prozest spoke.

"Soldier," Prozest began "You need not fight, I have been freed of its control."

Prozest took his hand off the mans shoulder and picked up his spear, then he began walking towards the orb. He struck it repeatedly with great force trying to destroy it, each time his spear struck it the spear bounced back and he continued striking it. He could feel its influence dieing, and struck harder and harder.