"Mana..?" The mage mumbled to himself in confusion. Through the shroud of blackness where the divine will sifted itself into the pure black energy of despair, he could swear he saw the faintest neon light, flowing like water, around the man's open and pointed.
And then Dominus thrust his hand straight into Beam's chest. Those that watched found themselves gasping. Even the few soldiers that had survived struggled to look.
Those that knew Beam wanted to call out in dismay, yet they could not. Even as they opened their mouths, a dread gripped them that they could not fully wiggle their way out from. Judas spoke more with his eyes than he could with his tongue, as he saw blood well up out of the hole in the chest that Dominus had punched through.
Only Lombard managed to keep his face stony, albeit barely.
