In response to the spell woven by Sir Nicomede, a strange noise seemed to come from the very air itself. It was something of a hiss, or a low, short breath, as the pressure on Tili's throat seemed to lessen slightly. Indeed, an incantation tied to the Moon itself, the waters of Mayon, was a powerful weapon against the wicked.

But it could only go so far.

Sir Nicomede's spell had certainly afforded them time. The entity or whatever presence had been called by the foul spell had not been forced to appear physically, but it was clear its efforts to kill the nem had slowed, its attempts to strangle her faltering due to the water knight's efforts.

But be it due to lack of experience with such magic, or the Caster behind the invisible presence's own skill, it failed to fully vanquish Tili's attacker, even if she had precious time bought by the spell.

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