The golden flames surged and bathing the hall in a blinding light. Then Krevak's body convulsed violently, his head jerking back and his limbs trembled.
Eccar's sharp eyes remained locked on then surrounding. The suffocating energy in the air clawed at his senses and pressing against into his skin making his breath feel a little bit labored. The hatred emanating from the six shadows was so clear and real as a physical blow.
"They don't seem fully formed. Are these their true bodies or just projections? If I had to kill them, it'd be pointless here. Their real bodies must be hidden somewhere else and I must hit their real body to kill them."
His sharp instincts as a Dragonborn told him there was more to this. He clenched his fists subtly, testing the limits of the chains that bound him.
"Erend's also preparing himself, I'm sure of it. I need to give him enough information from here."
