Bendra was certain it was not her hand. His heart palpitated faster in his chest. The fire in his hand quivered a bit. Trusting his instincts, he created distance between them but avoided standing between it and the room with the pile of bodies. He wasn't sire if it would work. However, it never hurt to try.
He held the flame higher so that he could see what he had been holding. Nothing. Bendra turned and tried to find it but it had left no traces at all. It might have been an illusion. But if was, then where was she? He looked at his hand and found a strange substance on it. It was grey and sticky. It had no scent or smell but one could not shake the eerie feeling they had upon looking at it.
Bendra tried wiping it but whatever it touched burned. Bendra was confused, if it burned everyt
