'We got him.' Solomon certainly wasn't going to argue with Ghastly's assertion. Let Tanith believe the cavalry had saved the day. Solomon certainly didn't need anyone else regarding him with that mix of wary horror, even hiding it as Ghastly and Erskine were. He was more concerned over this ... anomaly.
"No. Yes. Maybe; give me a moment." Now that Skulduggery was closer, Solomon could see the cobwebs across the panes which stretched out, filament-thin, past the Sanctuary wards. They were vibrating. Solomon pushed himself upright, moving gingerly past Ghastly and Tanith, using the wall to brace himself as he made for the door--following those lines. There was something--
Someone in the corridor screamed, a high-pitched scream of pure terror. As if that was a trigger more people started screaming, souls filled with fear washing through the hallway to escape a boiling red cloud approaching from the Gaol downstairs. Solomon's chest clenched and he shot forward, staggering out from the interrogation room.
It was like stepping out into a maelstrom. The Scream hit him in the face like a gale, and only didn't put him out because of his wards. He knew that cloud. He'd seen it before, like this, and the sight of it sent his heart ricocheting across his ribs. Before he was even aware of it he'd opened himself up again, shunted everything he had against the swamping creep of that metaphysical darkness, and lit the hallway with a brilliant gold light.
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'We got him.' Solomon certainly wasn't going to argue with Ghastly's assertion. Let Tanith believe the cavalry had saved the day. Solomon certainly didn't need anyone else regarding him with that mix of wary horror, even hiding it as Ghastly and Erskine were. He was more concerned over this ... anomaly.
"No. Yes. Maybe; give me a moment." Now that Skulduggery was closer, Solomon could see the cobwebs across the panes which stretched out, filament-thin, past the Sanctuary wards. They were vibrating. Solomon pushed himself upright, moving gingerly past Ghastly and Tanith, using the wall to brace himself as he made for the door--following those lines. There was something--
Someone in the corridor screamed, a high-pitched scream of pure terror. As if that was a trigger more people started screaming, souls filled with fear washing through the hallway to escape a boiling red cloud approaching from the Gaol downstairs. Solomon's chest clenched and he shot forward, staggering out from the interrogation room.
It was like stepping out into a maelstrom. The Scream hit him in the face like a gale, and only didn't put him out because of his wards. He knew that cloud. He'd seen it before, like this, and the sight of it sent his heart ricocheting across his ribs. Before he was even aware of it he'd opened himself up again, shunted everything he had against the swamping creep of that metaphysical darkness, and lit the hallway with a brilliant gold light.