Bigby Wolf's fists were clenched, his eyes illuminating a bright yellow hue, desperately trying to put a face to the unrecognizable voice that belonged to someone who was accountable for a string of crimes he'd been investigating for days. Despite his superior vision in wolf–form, Bigby was shrouded in nothing but darkness, albeit a growing sphere of green light in front of him.
"I suppose it was too much to hope you'd lose interest in the disappearances."
"Since when have I ever not taken my job seriously!?" Bigby growled before he let out a deafening roar at the intensifying pain that coursed through his body- something was interfering with his conversion, straining his joints, muscles, even bone. "What…the fuck is this?"
"Spell of paralysis, capable of preventing movement, regardless of a Fable's height and weight. Remarkable how forgotten spells are recovered after centuries of practice."
Bigby's eyes widened, "Paralysis spell? That means…" he let out another frustrated roar. Unless broken, the spell permanently broke off transformation processing.
"Delightful, isn't it? Your original form will substantially hinder your efforts in getting back."
At that moment, a rift appeared, sparks of dark magic began bouncing off its frame, seeping into the floorboards and towards the Fabletown sherif. Fucking witches, was the last thought to cross Bigby's mind as he tumbled into the abyss, removing him from the world he knew to another universe entirely.