Hearing a voice more grounded than those around him, Cade lifts his head to meet Silas' eyes with a look of abject misery. "It's... it's real," he rasps, "it's... it was here, it..."

Between them, a mage lurches into sight, bleeding mortally from a stomach wound. She grits her teeth, and as her hand forms into a claw, blood draws in a stream to form in a glowing miasma over her hand.