The flat golden glows that served as their eyes flickered erratically like dying bulbs on the verge of burning out, dimming, flaring, and dimming again, as if whatever parasitic intelligence animated them was struggling to process the sudden, catastrophic damage.
Black ink oozed from the clean punctures where the Elemental Stones had passed through, pooling beneath them in thick, steaming puddles that hissed against the torn earth.
Isabelle managed to find her voice after a long moment of stunned silence. "Was that not Spirit Magic... L-Lord Benjamin?"
"Hey! You better drop it with the 'Lord,' or I'll be mad!" I immediately cut her off, trying to stop something really troublesome before it could take root.
The last thing I needed was titles and reverence turning every conversation into a formal audience.
