Finally, the pressure vanished and it collapsed forward, coughing violently as its limbs shook beneath it. Smoke threaded weakly from its skin once more, though far less than before.
Vaeron watched with an unreadable expression. His eyes raked it, noticing how the loss of energy depleted its body in a matter of a few seconds.
Beneath its cloak, the creature's frame shifted from lean to gaunt as faint sizzle broke the silence in the forest. Without moving, "Who sent you?"
The creature gasped, fighting to regain stability against the chaos, but it was weak. Utterly vulnerable and weak to breathe properly even.
Then those feeble eyes snapped towards Vaeron, failing woefully to glare at him. The veins on his face thickened now, pulsing beneath his skin in a sickening manner as his hands curled into the snow, claws biting into ice.
