A searing pain tore through Art's back, penetrated through his flesh, and tore back out of his body on the other side.
The sensation, one he could only describe as agonizing, caused him to collapse onto his knees where he clutched the tip of the blood spear coming out of his chest.
"Cough…"
Large volumes of blood spilled out of his mouth, tainting the sandy asphalt red.
"Valaria!"
As he tried pulling out the spear from within him, he called out to the girl responsible for this.
"You survived…"
He sounded almost proud.
He then applied more force into his arms to push out the spear but…
[I will onto chaos, this words. Thou word is loom and thou magic is thread. I weave onto thee binds of unmoving.]
[Luminous Catena.]
A distant chant hummed, commanding particles of light off the ground.
The particles, rearranging themselves into complex patterns across the sand, began to ripple with a soft glow.
