CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Another cloaked figure stood over the one atop the pedestal. The person had their hood pulled back and revealed themselves to be an aged elf much older than even Alisa. She held her withered hands over the prone body and a soft green light emanated from her palms. I could make out a few words that passed over my lips.
“Oh dearest ancestor, hear our prayers. Remove the blight which afflicts our brother and cleanse these woods of the evil which now infests it.”
She lifted her hands and magic flowed out of her palms in huge, bursting waves. The soldiers, too, held up a hand toward the platform and magic flowed out of them and into the covered body. The receiver twitched as the magic flowed into them. The figure strained against the straps before they began to flail a
