[The "presence" shrieks from the flames, and for a moment it shrinks back, the talons dragging out from them as the flames expand enough to give them more space to themselves. Already Eustace feels some relief, but there's also exhaustion and pain that makes his head fall forward against her shoulder, his breathing cold and labored.
But despite her hope, what she uses now is not enough. Already the darkness swats at the flames, extinguishing parts of it as it shrieks and wails, as if determined to take back its prey.]
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But despite her hope, what she uses now is not enough. Already the darkness swats at the flames, extinguishing parts of it as it shrieks and wails, as if determined to take back its prey.]