His voice seemed to bring her back, for a moment at least. Her eyes met his, glazed as though with fever, wide and...terrified.
"Trest, you have to let me go." She tried to wriggle away from him again, conscious of the motion now, but another bolt of agony made her cry out and go still. She slumped against him, panting.
"He'll kill you...I don't...I can't...I can't stop him..."
Another flash of pain, another desperate cry from the demonlord, and the air before them started to shimmer, then shiver, then seemed to slowly begin to tear open, a ragged scar forming in the skin of the world.
This was not the easy summoning that Jynx performed to call her friends to her side, a simple slip through thin layers of the Veil. This was harsh and angry and violent, shredding a new hole between realities where none had existed before.
Ilieth should not have been that powerful.
And Jynx realized, with a sickening churn in her stomach, that he was using her life as an anchor to do it.
"Trest, let me go!"