Magic B2C7

"Weiss…? Weiss, what's wrong!?"

My eyes darted to Ruby, crouched down by the Mage, who was on her knees. The white-haired girl reared back and vomited onto the snow. "I-It's coming," she gasped.

"What is?" Ruby cried, "What-"

"Be ready!" Kaedin yelled, and it wasn't until he spoke that I noticed he too was on his knees, supported by his Sentinel. "There's another wave. It… it feels…" He couldn't finish.

He didn't need to.

My stomach rolled as something, some miasma, seemed to wash over me. It was cloying and sick, like thick, black tar that seeped into my lungs, even if my eyes told me there was nothing at all. Blake gagged and fell to a crouch beside me, and the others were all visibly affected in some way. What the hell was it? It felt… dirty, sickening.

The ground vibrated too. The wave; they must have meant the magic – the phenomena that was causing the disasters. Another earthquake meant more danger, and I spared a prayer for those in the village we'd just left.