His body, immobile, fortunately still breathing. The dark energy that enveloped him still kept him in that heavy sleep, like a coffin of fog that would not give way. There was no time to break this spell. So I wrapped him in the blankets quickly, carefully, as if at any moment he would break in my arms.
-Cyan..." I murmured, though he could not hear me.
A rumble further back, the sound of steel against shadow, of magic ripping through the air accompanied by choking laughter like violent thunder. That brief crossfire of attacks had been enough for us to understand: that woman was not simply powerful... she was already capable of exercising her Dominion, we did not let her try, yet she still seemed stronger than the three of us put together. And above all, we were in her lair.
This place reeked of a corrupt and malicious miasma, black magic. Being here was already drastically reducing our combat capabilities.
