"It's the prisoner, she's...!"

It didn't take any further words from Sir Adeforth to clarify what was happening.

The Nem still bound, had fallen to the floor, spasming, struggling to breath, her entire body shuddering and twitching as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Her legs tightening, her body shaking, the small pale figure was struggling on the floor, almost as if something had pinned her to the ground.

One of the guards had already departed in an effort to fetch the court mage, the other Crown Knight remaining, a desperate look on her face.

"I don't understand, we... how could she..."

"This is no poison," Sir Adeforth asserted immediately, "Look. This is the twisted devilry of a necromancer."

Indeed, there was no misunderstanding it for anything else. Tili's scarred throat was being constricted not by some toxin, but what appeared to be pressure, from an invisible force squeezing at her neck.

Upon understanding this, the remaining Crown Knight immediately moved to attempt to push whatever force was atop the nem away, but her hands found nothing.

"It's no use," continued Sir Adeforth, grimly, "Whatever that is can't be touched by normal means."

Time was short, if the court mage didn't arrive soon, or no other assistance was given, then...

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