Percy only had a second to himself before Thalos flew up into the attic in a single leap. His katana was drawn, glowing with crimson light that chilled the air.
His grey eyes surveyed the room for a second before turning to Percy.
"Where did it go?"
Percy's throat felt raw and it felt like he was swallowing his own blood.
"I… I sent it running. But it's still here. It's everywhere. This entire plot of land is the spirit's body."
Thalos relaxed a little, just enough to check his son's throat injuries and grimace. The crimson fire surging over his blade flared and constricted the air.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm okay. The spirit had me fighting myself. And it wasn't even in a cool way. Just me kicking my ass with no chance for me to fight back."
A smile forced itself over Thalos' face.
"At least you didn't lose your love for wordplay."
"More to come. After we get the hell out of here."
