Instantly, everybody but them was entwined in a mana web, their reactions slowed tremendously. With an audible slap, the Narcoject pistol was in Delphia’s hand and he snapped off six fast shots. Then two more. Slowly, as if trapped in invisible molasses, the unconscious couple and the bodyguards slumped to the floor of the underground parking lot, tiny darts protruding from their vulnerable necks.