Theron struck the creature with a small burst of firelight, not enough to kill it, only enough to see how dangerous it truly was.
This place was fortified. Monsters like this should not have been able to slip in so casually, not without leaving some trace of interference.
And yet, the moment the flame touched it, he felt something strange in the creature's presence, something wrapped around it like a veil. It was magic, certainly, but not the kind he could easily name. There was something familiar in it, something disturbingly close to his own power. It was the sort of concealment spell that made a thing seem harmless, even ordinary, when in truth it was hiding right in plain sight.
Something he might have made himself.
