CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The cry didn’t come from me but from the woods. A hailstorm of sparkling fire shot out from the trees and struck a large patch of the sloppy worms, burning them to cinders. A column of flames shot out from the same direction and eliminated more of our dark foes.
Ware and Vargas stepped out of the trees, their jaws steeled and their eyes full of determination. They held up their hands and small fireballs burned in their palms.
“Don’t go showing off!” a voice snapped, and Enna and Allard stepped out from the opposite end of the clearing.
Saber and Blake followed on their heels and all of them had their weapons drawn. Allard held up a hand with a crackling fireball in his palm.
The creature in front of us twisted and contorted to get a look at its foes. A deep, ru
