XLVI
On the beaches of Magic Hope City, Fenroot sensed a change in the air. He had been watching his army gather and prepare for the battle to come. Meanwhile, he heard the turmoil in the city and it gave him satisfaction to hear everyone run for their lives. They were all probably turning on each other right about now.
That would make his job easier.
Now the air changed. It was thicker, like a storm was approaching, but there were no storm clouds in the sky. Fenroot tasted the telltale signature of powerful magic in the air.
“Looks like I was right,” he said.
He watched a pink barrier appear in front of the city, barring the army’s entrance. He could still see the city through the wall, but it was like looking through a distorted mirror. The beach took on a pink tinge.
“I’m sure the
