Killian's mana went wild, against his control.
The fire shot out sharply across his shoulders, using an intense amount of mana that he couldn't control.
He felt his HEART beat quickly as if excited to supply him with mana in the very moment when he didn't need more.
"Killian, stop, this place is—"
Before the words left Jenovan, the crystals on the walls reacted. Every single one of them glowing and growing edges. Then they moved straight at him.
Shit. Killian couldn't dodge because his flames covered his vision and only the haunting sounds of crystal rubbing crystal alerted him of their movement.
They closed in fast, and surrounded him, locking him in place as the tips pressed lightly against his skin. It didn't pierce but held him in place, leaving room for leg space.
Killian exhaled slowly, his body still tensed from the fire numbing his body. The sensation was familiar. It was as if his fire nourished the Void wrestling inside of him.
