His body trembled.
"What is happening to him?" Althea asked.
Kali didn't answer. Her gaze swept across the mural before returning to Elion, her expression growing increasingly dark.
For Elion, the pain had become so overwhelming that he found himself almost welcoming the darkness gathering at the edges of his consciousness, only for another surge of information to wrench him back from those depths.
Kali could see that something was terribly wrong, but she couldn't see what.
Althea reached toward his head, light gathering around her fingers, but before she could begin examining him, Kali abruptly stumbled.
Her hand slipped from Elion's shoulder.
A sharp breath escaped her as the same agony struck, flooding through her mind with such sudden violence that even she staggered.
"What..."
She caught her balance, only to drop onto one knee beside him, one hand clamped against her temple.
