Chapter 199: Disbelief
Irwin took a deep breath, looking at Bronwyn, pinned by Ambraz, arms gripped around the Anvil's sides, and face stretched in a snarl as he tried to free himself.
"Is that even doable?" Irwin asked.
"Not if he had been conscious," Ambraz said. "But I've been checking, and he is only physically resisting. Whatever that thing is doing to him, it seems unable to use his cards."
"Alright, I'm ready," Irwin said as he took a deep breath, wishing he wasn't so close to being out of energy.
"Good, feed me a few cards because I'll be the one handling the energy this time," Ambraz said.
Irwin took out his cards, taking the top ten, then hesitated. It would hurt having to feed all these, but there was no other option. He did a quick split, returning all cards above Topaz to his pocket while keeping the rest at hand, over half of his remaining stack. If need be, he'd feed them all to Ambraz.
Tossing six cards at Ambraz, the Anvil quickly chewed them away before letting out an energetic hiss.
"Alright, follow my hum, and as soon as the first card appears, we are going to start," Ambraz said before starting a hum.
Irwin followed along, quickly recognizing familiar patterns and melodies.
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"What do you mean that you were sent back down?" Lord Rhym said as he stared at the rangers blocking the staircase up. "There was fighting and screaming while the whole building shook as if someone was trying to bring it down. Now there's some odd singing and thudding, and you haven't checked again?"
"Lord Rhym, I have checked, and Smith Irwin said there was something infectious happening," a ranger said, seeming worried but not moving from blocking the staircase up. "He told me not to go up."