Raziel suffocated.
His vision darkened.
Red crept into his peripheral sight.
He clawed the leather glove crushing his throat.
His fingernails broke against the reinforced leather, they were useless.
Tears blurred his vision.
The shadows of the archive twisted.
The magical candles died, a harsh, flickering light burned his retinas.
An illusion manifested over the assassin's hooded face.
It was an image of jagged, vibrating shards. Crimson and absolute black tore at the edges of reality.
"You are so fragile in this patch." Zion's distorted voice drilled directly into his brain.
The metallic sound made his teeth ache.
"I should just despawn you right now and reload the area."
Raziel's vision flickered.
'Patch? Despawn? Reload?'
He didn't understand her cursed vocabulary, it was just a lunatic rambling.
But he understood the tone. It was the bored cruelty of a god crushing an insect.
'I will not die here.'
'Not to a hunting dog puppet.'
