Despite their several professions of innocence, the people in that dingy little hut refused to believe the truth. The mere fact that Zach could call upon such foul creatures, was enough to convince them that he had some link with the Blight Lord. And as far as Aaron was concerned, the villagers had two theories about the origin of his powers—he was either a demonic hybrid or a mage whose powers could rival Archmage Grimold himself! Zach realised that even the most moving speech wouldn’t convince the villagers of his good intentions. So when words failed, he turned to magic. “This is probably for the best,” he whispered, snapping his fingers behind his back. “Activate Ability: Silver Haze.” The room suddenly filled with a silvery white mist, which crept into every nook, cranny and crevi

