As the swamp got surrounded by flame wreathed threads, many red lines started to trace back to Yenn's open palms before moving to her right hand and rolling themselves around her fingers. The threads soon form a wide red circle drawn by the strings to create complicated patterns. It looked like a spinning dreamcatchers with several holes wide enough for Yenn's fingers to pass through as the threads rearranged themselves constantly with every turn.
With her other hand now free, Yenn held it back towards Jiten as a terrifying figure jumped out of the dark parts of the swamp.
"No..." Jiten stared with shock as a hand reached out for his face... No, his eyes were more confused than shocked as he stared at the face of the person before him. It was only when that reaching hand got too close to his face and blocking his sight that Jiten finally noticed its pale palm.
