Deep underground, far below the Temple where molten rivers flowed and the air stank of sulfur, Thane stumbled into existence.
WAAARPPP!
The warp spell spat him out onto a jagged obsidian platform suspended above a roaring lava stream. Heat pressed against his skin, suffocating and unrelenting.
But he had no time to breathe.
Libra was right on top of him!
The soul of Libra coiled tighter, a suffocating dark net that wrapped around his chest, his limbs, his very spirit. His body trembled under the pressure, his strength sapped as though the shadow itself was draining the life from him.
"Hahahahahahahaha!" Libra's voice boomed with unnatural glee. It was manic, deranged, the laugh of one who had not lost but had somehow gained everything.
Thane was being pressed down, but he could see Libra doing something invasive.
"Is he... trying to possess me?" Thane wondered.
