Chapter 824 Psychic Shackles
- The chant Moira had recited earlier was merely a conduit for mental assaults—hypnosis, suggestion, illusion. Judging by the brief swell of supernatural presence, Moira was no more than Grade B.
- Iron chains coiled around Annabeth's wrists, ankles, and torso, anchoring her to a rickety wooden chair.
- She tested the restraints and confirmed she could not even shift her weight, let alone strike back.