Re: Nova Roma
At the presence of a demon, Nick's hands shake a little, and the fire begins to spread even as the flesh begins to wither away, stretching and thinning across the bone. His eyes become more hollow, flames dancing in them.
He fights off the transformation, but can still feel that echo of the knife in his mind.
In a voice somewhere between his own, and that of the Rider, without looking back to see who might be about, he intones, "I believe... I can find them."
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