A Being Long Thought Dead

The brambles wrapping around Killian's soul were writhing erratically as Alex started pulling at them, one by one, and tearing them asunder.

The defence mechanism even reactivated, as the spell felt it was being torn apart.

With more and more vines lashing at him, Alex frowned.

"This spell… It's far more intricate than it appears. Who could have crafted such a thing?" Alex mused, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern.

But he couldn't take the time to ponder. The snare was already dangerously close to crushing Killian's soul.

Alex was only here to ensure his rune circle could function, though. He had reacted to the attacks, but he didn't need to be in here at all.

With a motion of pulling, Alex drew the circle into Killian's mind space, where it snapped onto the walls, before pulsing with mana.