The magic was extending out of Raze's body, and it wasn't being constricted to one place. He wasn't trying to control it into one area, nor was he activating a spell of some sort; instead, he was just letting it seep out from his body.
It was growing in size and darkening the room around them. Slowly, it was creeping its way toward Liam and Simyon, who were off by the side. As they felt it touch them, a whole series of feelings were starting to overcome them.
The area was becoming more silent; their sense of feeling, touch, it was disappearing. But that's when Simyon noticed something as he waved his hand through it.
"It's not cold," Simyon thought to himself. "The magic, it's getting rid of the cold. Will it also get rid of what's taking control of Safa?"
Since Raze was unable to see what it was that was doing this to her, he was trying to fight back in his own way, but he wasn't sure if it would work. If it didn't, he had two more plans.
