The words hadn't even left his mouth fully when, from nowhere, they were cut short by a mouthful of blood spewing from his throat.
He doubled over in his seat, gurgling and gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.
Finn and Althea were stunned. They had both gone rigid in fear when the figure had abruptly made to cast a spell, but seeing this now shocked them even further.
Is this the work of the Ossuarist's clause? That Egon Callahan guy? Finn watched tensely, hoping the Ossuarist could win the wrestle for control that was happening before their eyes. It seemed the Arcanist soul had overstepped some boundaries he wasn't supposed to, and this now gave Egon Callahan the leeway to try and regain control.
Finn could barely breathe because of the tension. The Ossuarist needed to win, or else they were not leaving here alive. Egon Callahan was their only hope for survival now.
