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The counter-spell wasn’t working. Serin grabbed one of the tendrils trying to climb her leg like a snake. Her skin sizzled as if it were coated in acid. Reflexively, she let go, but the damn thing dragged her back into the grave, wrapping around her so tightly it cut off her circulation.
With a wrench, she peeled it off, starting another spell at the same time. It had no effect. Instead, more tentacles wrapped around her legs and waist, holding her fast in the hole.
Serin let go, shifting to her water form to jump out of the hellish pit. She reformed at the edge, shouting, “Get Diana! She’s with Alec in the archive.”
She pushed Daniel as the tendrils lashed out of the hole, trying to grab him as well. Despite the burn, she grasped the wiggling tentacles. Daniel hesitated, leaning do
