“MORTAL, ETHAN. RETURN TO US WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS.”
“What on earth does it mean by that?” asked Ollie.
“It's alright,” said Ethan, taking his backpack off and rummaging through it. “I know what they're after.”
To the disbelief of his colleagues, Ethan produced The Cup of All Souls which he placed reverentially onto the altar. The three gaseous apparitions merged together around it where they became one, spinning faster and faster, forming a small tornado strong enough to tug at their hair and clothing. It spun madly for a few seconds before winking out of existence as quickly as turning off a light switch. The Cup of All Souls was gone.
Ethan turned to look at his companions, who were all doing very passable impressions of goldfish.
“Remember the football tournament in Glans?” he p
