Devereux leisurely moved his Wand away from Proudfoot and pointed it instead at the emaciated figure crawling out of the Soul Detector.
The "person" before them looked nothing like a normal living creature; in fact, his existence was more like a specimen dug up from a bygone era.
The body was almost entirely devoid of vitality, its protruding ribs wrapped in tight skin, so gaunt and skeletal that a gust of wind seemed capable of blowing it away.
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