[The fire casts them, Vecna, and even the clocks living in the trees in bright light, shadows twisting behind them like snakes. Alec’s spell hits its mark. Flames engulf the Shadow, burning, and the creature steps backwards, crying out.
But it sounds more like anger than pain. His Shadow’s just a manifestation, not so easily grievously injured. But it’s still effective enough to halt the clocks, their loud chiming and ticking halting altogether. It’s shut him up, if that was his aim.
It gives Henry time to finally speak, mismatched eyes prying open. The sight of himself burning just beyond Alec is so, so surreal.]
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But it sounds more like anger than pain. His Shadow’s just a manifestation, not so easily grievously injured. But it’s still effective enough to halt the clocks, their loud chiming and ticking halting altogether. It’s shut him up, if that was his aim.
It gives Henry time to finally speak, mismatched eyes prying open. The sight of himself burning just beyond Alec is so, so surreal.]
He’s not wrong.