"Ok so what the actual hell was that." Dusk asks as she glares downwards, her eyes resting on the panting form of Jenny as the young girl clutches her staff and visibly shakes as her nerves fray.
"The voice said its a spell, it...it would punish him....for his blaspheming...." She whispers as tears drop from her face, the towering form of Dusk visibly wincing before she looks away in shame.
"Tis a divine spell granted by the gods. It allows the deity that one prays to access our world through their follower and drag an enemy back to their realm. I assume if this thing is not dead then it wishes it were." Speaks Shank as he pokes some of the ash with his dagger and smiles at it crumbles to the ground while releasing a small shriek.
