Belle cried out in pain when the knife cut into the skin, tearing her muscles as George had pushed the knife into her leg. Moving it an inch more felt like her muscles would only tear more.
"I am trying to save you, Belle. This world is sinking, and the next world will grow. Come with me instead of staying in a sinking boat," George tried to persuade her. She tried to regulate her breathing, trying to get rid of the burning pain she felt in her leg right now that was not letting her move.
With her front facing the floor she looked at the long empty corridor. She whispered another spell without sound that started to collect all the dust near her palm, and when a lot of it was collected, she took hold of the dust and threw it right into his eyes. George stepped away from her, trying to get the dust out of his eyes.
