Azrin’s eyes bulged eerily. It was then that Roxanne understood something was happening, something magical and terrible. It looked like Azrin was gasping for air, but still he emitted no sound. He sank to his knees, clutching at his throat.
“No!” Roxanne dropped to Azrin’s side. She uselessly laid a hand on his chest, but there was nothing she could do to help. She didn’t even know what was being done to him, what sort of spell was killing him. All she could do was stare at the holy man as his dark face turned ruddy, as he struggled to breathe.
In his desperation to save himself, Azrin tried to wield. He conjured a flame that sparked and swirled before him. The air mage twitched his skeletal fingers, and a puff of air expanded outwards around the flickering light. The fire evaporated, de
