Strung up on the wall, there was little they could do. The child pulled for their magic, and the man felt an unfamiliar cold shock run over their body - as if they had been submerged in ice. The feeling quickly retreated, and a thick nausea hit Milthael's stomach, making them retch.

The magic was still there. Milthael could feel it, but it was as if their connection to it had been severed. Suddenly, the power the child had wielded - with all of its terrible ability - felt more important than ever now that they had lost it. The loss of power for the child was disorienting, as if they had lost part of their mind. But there were also their friends, who were being slaughtered.

The man's calmness was gone, and the child's confusion and disorientation became unbearable. Milthael - both the man and the child - strained and screamed in anger and pain, but they could not move. They could not do anything against the magical chains that held them fastened to the wall. They could not do anything to save their friends, and their power was gone.

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Metal Arm was still alive. The child recognized the old wiry man. The stubborn old man threw himself at the King, swinging a double-bladed ax. It was a reckless chop born out of desperation, and the King didn't have time to dodge it.

But as the metal bit into the King's armor, it was as if he had struck stone, and Metal Arm cried out as his arm bounced back and the ax in his hand went flying. The weapon came close to Milthael, and they winced as it ricocheted off the wall only a few inches from their face.

Metal Arm looked to see where the ax had gone. For a moment, he frowned, but there was no recognition in his face. There was only panic and confusion now. There couldn't be any recognition. The child's body was dead on the floor, but Metal Arm didn't know why their enemy was strung up on the wall. The King swung his huge hammer, and a moment before it hit Metal Arm, another man jumped in the way. Both men were hit and flung back with terrible force.

Milthael screamed, filled with a rage they had never felt before. The man had forgotten what it was like to lose a friend, and the child had already lost too many. They flexed and pushed as hard as they could against the chains, but the magic held them, and there was nothing they could do.