The guards watched in horror as their new War Chief writhed on the floor, blood pouring from her eyes, her hands still clutched around her throat as she tried desperately to breathe.
Her shadows had gone wild, lashing out randomly, unable to help her against an enemy they couldn't fight.
Nyx'ira's vision began to darken.
She could feel it happening, could feel the delicate structures being crushed by magical pressure.
Her right eye went first, the pain reaching a crescendo before suddenly... nothing. Just darkness where her right eye's vision should be.
Her left eye was failing too. The world had become a blurry mess of shapes and shadows, barely distinguishable through the blood and the damage. She had maybe seconds before she lost that one too.
With the last of her strength, Nyx'ira forced herself to nod frantically toward the contracts. She couldn't speak, couldn't explain, but she made the gesture as clear as she could.
Sign them. Sign them now.
