CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The closer we came to the barrier, the more charged the air felt. I rubbed my arms to tamp down the hairs.
“Are you alright?” Ben asked me.
I glanced up at Ben whose expression was tense as he studied me. “Is the air supposed to feel so. . .thick?”
Ben shook his head. “No. Whenever I’ve approached the barrier, there was always a calling sensation in the air. This feels like trouble.”
“You think it’s because its energy is disappearing?”
“Undoubtedly. The ‘system,’ as it were, may be stretching itself too thin and creating stress, both in itself and in the air.”
I wrapped my arms around myself and wrinkled my nose. “The king’s ‘voluntary’ program must not be working.”
“There’s only so much magic one can take before risking the life of the magician,” Ben mused.
