Echo Suppression

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a member of the Lucid Warriors donned their cloak with a sense of purpose. They weren't out to target a random citizen this time; their mission was to find someone specific and bring them to the gathering, demonstrating the extent of their newfound abilities.

With stealth and intent, the cloaked figure roamed the dimly lit streets of the city. Their eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the individual who had been selected for this ominous showcase. A name had been whispered among the shadows, a citizen whose fate had been sealed by the Lucid Warriors.

The chosen citizen, a man who stood near the quaint village homes, had no inkling of the approaching danger. The Lucid Warrior silently approached him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. With the power of their Echo knowledge, they initiated a connection, and the man's gaze shifted, no longer distant but filled with a sense of purpose.

The cloaked figure guided the man away from the village homes, and he followed, an obedient participant in this dark plan. His questions were met with silence, and his confusion grew as they entered the shadows together.

In the depths of the Lucid Warriors' lair, the selected citizen became an unwilling guest in the ominous meeting that awaited. His presence was meant to serve as a living example, a stark illustration of the extent of the Lucid Warriors' newfound skills.

The underground chamber of the Lucid Warriors was shrouded in darkness, the only light emanating from a series of torches along the walls. As the cloaked figure led the unsuspecting citizen into the chamber, the man's eyes darted nervously around the eerie surroundings.

The Lucid Warriors had already assembled, their identities concealed beneath their cloaks. They formed a circle around a central stone platform, and in the center stood their leader, Cipher. His eyes glowed with a sinister determination, and he welcomed the newcomer with an unsettling smile.

"Welcome," Cipher's voice was a cold, echoing whisper that reverberated through the chamber. "You have been chosen to bear witness to our power and to learn the price of opposing the Lucid Warriors."

The citizen felt a wave of fear wash over him, realizing that he had been brought here against his will. His questions turned into pleas for release, but his words were met with indifference.

A female member of the Lucid Warriors stepped forward, her cloak billowing as she approached the captive man. She extended her hand, revealing the skill she had mastered – "Shadowbind," the art of pressure points. It wasn't an Echo ability but a dark, martial expertise that the Lucid Warriors had acquired to strip away the powers of their enemies.

With precise and calculated movements, she began to target specific pressure points in the citizen's body. As she pressed and released these points, the man's body reacted with pain and spasms. He gasped and writhed, unable to escape the torment.

The member's proficiency in this dark art allowed her to manipulate the body's energy flow, disrupting the man's connection to his Echo abilities. The dark aura around the captive began to wane, and he felt his powers diminishing, leaving him weakened and powerless.

Cipher raised his hand, and the Shadowbind attacks intensified. The energy within the man was disrupted and suppressed, leaving him weakened and broken, like a puppet with cut strings. The Lucid Warriors absorbed the stolen control over the citizen's echo points, further enhancing their malevolent strength.

"This is the price of defiance. This is what happens when you oppose the Lucid Warriors," Cipher declared with a cruel smile.

As the process continued, the man's Echo abilities diminished, leaving him weakened and broken. His powers were taken away completely. They had shown their newfound strength and their ability to manipulate and suppress the echo points of Echo wielders, furthering their malevolent plans.

Cipher approached the citizen and leaned in close, his voice a malevolent whisper. "Your abilities are now gone. You will serve the Lucid Warriors, or you will be nothing."

With a final surge, the process concluded. The citizen, now bereft of his abilities, collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Cipher stepped away, his stature visibly amplified by the stolen manipulation of the citizen's pressure points.

The cloaked figures applauded the demonstration, their cheers a chilling testament to their unity and malevolence. The captive man, no longer of any use to them, was discarded and left to contemplate the horrifying fate he had narrowly escaped.