Before Cain could react, the dark green fog coiled around Mira like a serpent, twisting and curling as if it had a mind of its own.
"What is—" she started, but the words caught in her throat as the mist rose higher and higher, swallowing her vision in sickly green.
Cain moved without thinking. His body blurred forward, crossing the distance in a single step. Blink activated so quickly the air around him snapped like it had been cut in half. He reached her side before the others could even breathe, his hand halfway raised to pull her free when the fog shifted.
It did not aim for her mouth like some curse might have.
It moved for her eyes.
Mira barely had time to scream before the first tendrils struck.
A short, sharp cry escaped her lips as the mist sank into her eyes like needles made of ice and fire both. She stumbled back, clutching her face with both hands, her knees hitting the ground with a thud.
"Mira!" Maris shouted instantly, already reaching for her.
