Within this form, they were not bound by the laws of physicality. Akash no longer silenced by the loss of his tongue, Emrys no longer grounded by the walls around him. Yet neither were the spirits that were more easily visible through the translucent walls around them, withering and wavering blue. Their traces were made in soft neon hues, some natural colors, others burning in vague trails of red.
The monk instructed them not to watch anywhere but their destination as they found their way to Emrys' room, and saw a regressing replay of what happened. There they saw the spirit leering over Emrys' sleeping form.
"Xi-sha are sometimes drawn to magic," Akash whispered. "And yours seems to be particularly drawing. Do not react. This has already happened. We are here to find out where this spirit went."