Revi Bloom surveyed the devastation. "Did you have to bring the entire floor down?" he asked.
"We were fighting for our lives," Beverly defended. "What did you want me to do, ask him politely to surrender?"
He bent down to examine a floorboard that held strange markings.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Remnants of a pentagram," he said, "or rather a circle of death. They are much like our own magic circles, though tuned to the art of necromancy. It"s a good thing you destroyed it when you did, though I"m surprised it worked."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"It takes great power to construct such a thing, and they are almost impossible to destroy without great magic."
"I had the power of Nature"s Fury," Beverly responded.
"You did," Revi agreed. "A far more powerful weapon, it seems, then
