Unable to truly see the attacker even through their communion with the world's flesh, the Crimsons along with Lyra's parents, were more than convinced: this could only be the work of a Saint… or something far worse.
It wasn't really that they couldn't see anything.
Only that what they could see, was just a green flame, shaped in the silhouette of a man.
No matter what they tried; through Will, dynisis, or soul resonance, that was the only image that came through. A glowing figure, its form composed entirely of otherworldly emerald fire.
They watched as the wall of the hospital crumbled before this figure, and with his mere presence alone, he stripped the air from Lyra's control.
Worse still, far worse, he forcibly extracted her dynamis. Not just wrested it from her grip… he pulled it from her body.
And she couldn't fight back... She couldn't even breathe.
That level of suppression... no, dominion, was something even the gathered Saints could not claim to be capable of.
