Nero stepped back as if he were pushed. His eyes closed and he bent over, feeling sick. A shadow appeared above him. From it a large, shadowy hand shot out, grabbing Esme fuly around the chest, pulling her into the air.
It shook lightly, as if only for infasis, and an ancient, powerful voice boomed in the girl's heads. "If you allow it, this one will lead you to your distruction."
The shadow vanished and Esme and Nero fell to the ground.