Did he call for a nun?

Nethanaiah’s POV

I remembered the last time I saw him, some centuries ago, his eyes were of eerie steel grey colour. And now, when his eyes opened widely in a sudden and sharp spasm, his irises combusted in neon lava, no traces of his usual steel grey colour that I remembered.

He was gasping for air while bouts of what looked like an ichor blood exploded from his mouth. This ichor-like blood started to trickle down his nose while he managed to breathe through whatever internal shock he went through and to grit and scream “nun” over and over again. This lasted for several hours. Three of us barely managed to contain him on the bed when his body began to spasm and shudder violently, and then he was crushed by some unknown force as if he were hit by something or someone. After a few hours of fighting with the demon prince of Wengarthria, he fell into a deep coma-like sleep, and we all fell on the floor, exhausted. He looked like he had died. The only signs of life were his shallow but s