[CONTINUATION—]
"Don't touch him," Bulb warned sharply, his voice cutting through the crackling silence.
They circled Delvin like wolves gauging a wounded pack member, careful not to step too close.
The air around him shimmered faintly— was it heat? Or magic? Neither of them could tell. His hands twitched violently, his body jerking in uneven spasms, and the light in his eyes flickered between life and something darker. Suddenly he's eyes began to shimmer, gushing out white rays of light.
Stone's breathing grew shallow. "Damn, what's going on with him…"
"One of his psychic episodes, He's clearly seeing a vision..."
Then, suddenly, Delvin gasped— lungs filling as if he'd been drowning. His back arched, eyes snapping wide open. The world seemed to release a breath with him. For a moment, all they heard was the echo of wind scraping against rock.
Bulb stepped forward, flames faintly flickering at his fingertips. "Delvin! What did you see?"
