At that moment, the altar lit up faintly and intermittently. The magician cursed softly in that very hissing language unfamiliar to me.

- Late.

- WHO... IS HERE? - whispered a distant alien voice in my head, I shuddered and froze, staring at the altar.

- What? Devlin asked, also stopping. - Do you feel something?

- You didn't hear that? I asked hesitantly.

- Not.

Prele-e-es-s-stno! Looks like I'm hallucinating.

- It seems to be saying something. It's from there, but I can't hear very well.

- Do you feel anything...unpleasant? Fear, pain, disgust, something like that?

I honestly tried to listen to my feelings.

- No, nothing like...