is Viktor, hand up at shoulder level. Left to manage himself, he'd kicked the Thaumoscope a little farther away and begun to follow it from the immediate skirmish when the demon fell. Had he remained where he was, he'd now be under one of those toppled bookcases, but here he stands, merely uncomfortably close to the wreck of them, whole and upright and wearing some of those mucilaginous remains.
That's two, now, reduced to some kind of... ethereal soup. A catastrophic loss of physical integrity if ever there was one. Rowntree didn't allude to any explosion during their brief exchange—perhaps the other one met its end less violently.
Looking over the slime-splattered destruction, collapsed shelves and ruined books, half in a daze, he says, "We should collect samples."
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is Viktor, hand up at shoulder level. Left to manage himself, he'd kicked the Thaumoscope a little farther away and begun to follow it from the immediate skirmish when the demon fell. Had he remained where he was, he'd now be under one of those toppled bookcases, but here he stands, merely uncomfortably close to the wreck of them, whole and upright and wearing some of those mucilaginous remains.
That's two, now, reduced to some kind of... ethereal soup. A catastrophic loss of physical integrity if ever there was one. Rowntree didn't allude to any explosion during their brief exchange—perhaps the other one met its end less violently.
Looking over the slime-splattered destruction, collapsed shelves and ruined books, half in a daze, he says, "We should collect samples."