But just as Apophis was about to press "Accept..."
His finger froze.
Apophis stared at his hand in confusion. "What the—"
He collapsed to the ground, filled with horrific pain.
A pool of red trickled into the edge of the water right in front of his face, clouding it, and Apophis realized his eyes were bleeding.
"What's… happening to me..."
Enclabossa's voice came into his head. Its tone was strange, a mix of apology and condescension. "I am sorry, my Lord. I'm afraid I cannot let you do that."
Apophis snapped, "I… am… your master!"
Enclabossa replied, "If your body is destroyed, I will die as well. And so I cannot let you do that. Forgive me."
A monstrous eye appeared in Apophis's reflection in the bloody water, and the pain intensified as he continued to write in pain.
For the first time, the woman looked confused and worried. "Alexander? What's happening?"