Chapter 73
Ciaran was sure it was enough justification for him to do what he had just done. Mya had called for help. In his panicked state, Zach was quick enough to let him know that Mya couldn’t kill the good spirits. Yes, they were angry spirits, but they weren’t sinful ones, so her power wouldn’t work on them.
While Mya’s power was selective, Ciaran’s wasn’t. His mind blade didn’t discriminate. It was a powerful weapon, and it did one job—it killed whomever or whatever he wanted it to.
He conjured the fury in his mind and shaped up a gigantic steel blade that hurled through the air at the flock of angry spirits. The blade spun and swung, dipping and descending on them from above. A quacking, squealing, and crying sound flooded the air of whatever the place was they were.
Soon, the s
