While all of this went on, Krenth continued the casting of his spell. Things were going mostly well, and there would have only been a few minutes left before it was finished. However, Narophne suddenly fell from her precarious position on the ladder, startling the priest.
Krenth's eyes snapped open, the tall man rising from his position on the chaise. He moved very quickly, catching the falling woman moments before she would have connected with the ground. However, at that moment the effects of his concentration being broken hit him. Krenth half-tossed Naro onto the chaise, the dark energy shooting into his head.
Krenth fell to the ground, crying out in agony as his spell backfired and battered at his mind. This was truly the worst pain Krenth had ever felt, worse than his initiation into the cult of Yxdes, worse than when Naro increased his magical power. Krenth's eyes were still open, but something had changed within them. His one normal eye was now the same as the other, a pure-black void with the same symbol burning within.
As he lay on the ground in pain, Krenth looked...weak. For the first time in years, he lacked the menacing aura he kept with him. He was on the ground for what felt like hours(though it was more like five minutes), clutching his head as the failed spell warped his psyche even further.
Soon, his pained shouts ceased, but Krenth did not move from where he was.