"Urk--"
Dheera clasped her hands over her mouth, even though it was already covered by a mask. The shrieking sound filling the chamber was unearthly and inhumane, made of the stuff coming out of the worst nightmare.
A pair of hands took off her goggles then, blessing her with the darkness that protected her mind from the horrifying scenery that almost made her feel pity toward a miasmic beast.
"Better close your eyes, Missy," Gus whispered gently. "Protect your sight."
And your mind--the esper muttered inwardly. Even among the espers, the use of hex had never been seen favorably. It was rather hard for a black magician like Hari to find a place in a prominent guild, but fortunately, their Guildmaster favored functionality over image.
And that decision had proven right countless times, including this moment.
