Ankyra Sound the song is not the same when we're all played out

It had been done. The thing had slid into his stomach, becoming one with him, and the moment he felt it within him, he cursed himself. Vector shouldn't have even come here. The manners, the stranger, the words, all attempted to blur. The russian righted himself visually, suddenly feeling uneasiness within his mind.

The dark ebony before him babbled answeres to his question, though his life was more at stake. His vision blurred yet again, and he had finally realized what had trespassed.
That damn girl had poisoned him.
His mind was flashing images before his eyes, warnings that he was shutting down, losing himself, failing the mission. He couldn't deny it. His strong resistance held out, long enough for him to attempt a shout at the girl, when his volume too, had been changed, into a whisper.

"What poison, is ..this..your dark magic, ..you witch..chto eto..ya ne budu.."

And with that, he lay immobilized upon the ground, his once strong and obedient legs refusing to obey him, no matter his will. His vivid emeralds dulled, the last sight they beheld being the black female he had foolishly trusted,before under closed lids, the world was painted black, and his cconscious slipped away.