A deep rumble that shook loose dust from the ceiling and made the torches flicker like frightened flames. But the shaking was not from the earth-this was the violent clash of two spirits tearing against each other inside one unstable vessel. Richard was no longer conscious, and because of that, the spirit inside him had slipped free, swelling with uncontrolled force. That released spirit was heavy, wild, and unpredictable, pushing outward like an enraged beast. Akumo already felt the strain tightening in his bones. It was growing worse by the second.
"He's losing everything," Akumo muttered under his breath.
