No response. The twitching and shaking is getting worse, as though jolts of electricity are running through him, speeding up --

The last of the blue fire struggles, gutters, and dies. In the space of a blink, the red and gold fire contracts back toward the half-melted pentacle lock, draws itself into a single blinding point, and goes dark.



A deep shivering boom sounds as the shockwave of a broken spell explodes outward, ripples toward the horizon.

Andrew's whole body jerks, convulses, and topples over sideways.