One last guy to take care of, in the chaos not noticing the necromancer backing closer to the door, there are a few people still standing and fighting, a few on the ground dead, and some injured, I step in front of Buford to protect his unconscious body, and grab onto his mother, praying she has some kind of power to help protect us.
This time no pain, just the humming and a shocked face on Claudette at the sudden surge of power going through her and worry about Buford on the ground.
Without thinking, I also grab Zaline to steady myself, that’s when the room suddenly slowed down, enough for me to gain more clarity and the new feeling of both powers mixing with each other in my mind.
The next thing I know, Zaline’s eyes go in the back of her head as she chants something in Cajun French,
