She floated forward, her form twisted and unnatural, long blackened claws dragging along the stone wall as she closed in on the bloodied and nailed Borik. His body trembled from pain, muscles twitching under the strain of his limbs being held fast to the wall by the spirit's claws. Blood dripped down from his shoulders, his mouth hanging half-open, gasping, teeth clenched as he tried not to scream.
But then… a sound.
Crack.
The spirit's head twitched, almost unnoticeably at first. Her blackened eyes flared brighter, her clawed hand momentarily stalling mid-air as another sound came through.
Thud.
A heavier one. Then another.
THUD.
