Issac swayed unsteadily, pain throbbing through his body. Forced blinks tried to push the haze of ritual from his mind. His breathing heavy, Issac shook his head at Haydn's question. "I- I don't know."
Managing a short laugh and smile through the pain, Issac looked over at the Phoenix. "I think I touched an open circuit." The joke might not be understood by anyone else, but Issac thought it was funny. His solitary rituals tended more toward chaos magic as the mind was a chaotic thing, but then he had never had so much go wrong. Even with his lineage being Fate witches, the bond he was accessing did not like him too much.