As her body started to seize, Kennet placed her other hand under her jaw, the body relaxing while the spirit did what it must. As a Djinn, Kennet never found issue in multitasking with magic. His energy still burned like liquid fire through the Seer in one hand and in the other, a luke warmth returning her muscles into a relaxed state.
Little light lit the dark passageways of the old catacomb. Crumbling stones and deep musty scents filled the senses. Where the sun blazed down on Rome with the beginning of summer heat, hot humid waters making waves over the lands, underneath the ground the tunnels stayed cooled. Faint breezes carried wintery air, never touched by the world outside.
Images of the little goblin man tied in iron chains that burnt into his skin pushing through his pain to use the restrictions as a weapon against the men clothed in dark street clothes played out as ghostly images. The images flowed down the corridor; Merrick winning one fight but picked up by two more who came from ahead as back-up.
Finally, Cat would find herself in a circular room with the skulls of ancient humans decorating the walls and collums. Three full skeletons in full Templar gear stood guard over the unconscious body of Merrick. Amongst the back wall, more skeletons stood in archways of skulls in full monk garments. At their feet draped with chains, lay Fredric's body. The fire fight had left him severely injured, though hidden underneath his performance clothes, and the Templars had left him for dead after realizing that they had picked up the wrong man. Issac's cries still haunted the memories around his fallen father-like figure.
Merrick's brown eyes opened, looking around wide-eyed as if to see the unseen.