Third Person's POV
They had literally passed through their bodies, and the sensation it left behind still clung to them.
It was a bone-deep chill and not of wind or weather, but something foreign—something beyond their understanding as of now.
Suddenly, they noticed the streak of red under Ethan's nose.
Instantly, their eyes widened with alarm, but before either of them could speak, he raised a hand and moved it from the front of his face to below in a down clawing motion.
And just like that, like a curtain pulled aside, the world returned.
The dark shroud dispersed, the shadows peeled away, and they reappeared in the alley with them being once again part of the physical world.
At that moment, the duo's attention was elsewhere, and too many questions were revolving in the duo's heads.
What kind of terrifying dark magic had they just experienced? Why had he never shown them this spell of his?
What had gone wrong with Ethan's body? Why had his nose bled?
