Chapter FortyThe group of six people, an angel and the small matter of one hundred and forty four thousand shining souls moved across the top of the hill to a flat area away from the trap. The sky was clearing, the clouds dispersing in all directions. A heavy mist enveloped them, moisture kissing Samantha's skin rejuvenated her, preparing her for the task ahead.
“Io, can you clear the ground, please? Make it nice and flat, about five meters across.”
Io waved his hand and the requested ground cleared. “You could do that, you know.”
“True. But I need to concentrate. I don't need another lesson.”
“Another lesson in what?” Eva asked. “Sammy, what are you? What is she, Io?”
Samantha crouched and began to carve into the ground with the Well of Souls, directing a little energy through it as
