Cyr coughed weakly - perhaps he had spent more energy than he should've, having to send the brain wave through such a massive group of people had taken a toll on his body. He smiled... Well, to the extent that Cyr really knows how to smile, at Ben. Wiping some of the blood trickling down his nose - his expression then turned to a worried frown.
"They're going insane in there, Ben." Cyr stated sadly, placing the wind-girl down, "She'll be fine, she's just exhausted. I managed to prevent her head from being severed, though. There are hundreds dying in there, I havn't seen anything like it - something is definateley wrong."
He drew out the block-like object he found in the neck of the youth beforehand. "It seems to be some sort of... implant, under the skin." He stated, the small, nearly smashed block floating in the air as he studied it curiously, it was coated in blood. "I'm guessing this is what's making them flip out... And what killed the ice-conjurer when I was trying to get him to explain himself. Watch your back, Ben. I'd hate to have to kill you if you had one of these inside of you." He gave ben a serious look.
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