It wasn't her imagination, because it happened again. Elena's hand went translucent for a moment, like someone sketched her hand in chalk and then smudged the lines. She gasped and clutched her wrist in disbelief.
"M–my hand..." Another flicker, stronger this time, and her whole arm seemed to waver, fading between flesh and nothing.
Marron's heart lurched. "Don't move, keep calm..." hoping in her heart of hearts that Elena would stabilize.
Across from her, the Lieutenant swayed. He didn't gasp or stumble, but his shoulders shimmered in and out of existence, like he was half a memory. His expression remained calm, but Marron saw the truth in the set of his jaw: he knew exactly what was happening.
"The dungeon's gone," he said, voice low. "Its magic sustained us. Now…" He let the words trail off, unfinished.
Now you're dying. Marron bit her lip so hard she tasted copper.
