She took a look at Terry. It was an expression she hadn’t expected to see on the man. There was a slight concern to the way he was furrowing his eyebrows. Even though he looked impassive, she could see some genuine worry as the black tendrils grew even faster, now mere inches from Harry.
At the last moment, a faint blue light stirred to life, and the tendrils blasted into hit, hissing and spluttering. But it didn’t seem to be enough. The blue was barely visible and clearly already starting to crack. She took a step forward.
The blue light slowly started to get stronger, holding its own against the tendrils as the cracks started to heal. But this light was different, it wasn’t the usual clean blue color that she’d gotten so accustomed to seeing. This seemed different. There was a slight pink tinge on its edges, along with hints of purple and green. It looked like a miniature rainbow had been stitched onto the blue wall of light.
This one held strong, and soon the tendrils began to vanish, the blue light now spreading outwards, seeming to soak up the black fungus, wiping it off the wall. The darkness began to intensify again and a wave of blue light, the multicolored edge now even more pronounced, blasted outwards. With it, the darkness vanished, the pen light suddenly lighting everything up once more. The temperature rose back to normal.
Harry took a step back from the wall, and flashed them a thumbs up.
“Alright, lots of good news,” he said.
“Does that mean there’s a little bad news?” asked Rose.
“Maybe a tiny bit,” said Harry, “but nothing too serious.”
“Start with the bad news,” said Rose.
“That took up a lot more magical energy than I expected a simple area scanner to take because of that weird tendril thing so I’m going to have to be a tad bit careful with magic going forward,” he said.
“Oh that’s definitely serious,” said Terry, “I was like a hundred percent depleted in the fight on the rooftop earlier so even after this long I'm relatively low.”
“Come to think of it I'm not exactly anywhere being at max power either” said Rose, “we should've probably brought some guns.”
“Probably,” said Harry, nodding, “but that's the only bad news so I think we’re good for the moment.”
“Hmm…on with the good news then,” said Rose.
“The good news is, we have ghosts in there, none of which fall into the poltergeist category so if things do get hairy, we are not getting scratched or pushed around. And they also seem to be anchored in there pretty strongly. Those guys aren’t leaving without possessing a host which explains that last line,” said Harry.
“And that last part is supposed to be good news?” asked Terry, not looking convinced.
“It is,” said Harry, before quietly adding, “if you look at it from the right angle.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Terry.
“As long as you have a strong will and decent amount of control over your mind, you should be totally fine in the event of a possession, besides you have a necromancer with you,” said Harry, taking a quick bow.
“So how do we get in, maybe another secret entrance?” asked Terry, “although the riddle clearly didn’t have any more to it.”
“Ohh, this is actually a..." said Harry, poking around the wall. His finger suddenly went right through the wall. He smiled. “Illusion.”
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