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A double-headed skeletal wraith drifted toward us made of nothing more than shadow and hate.
The Mashiach smiled. “Well done, Nava. You’ve played your part. Now I can finally be rid of you, as I will rid myself of all your kind.” He stepped forward. “Gog and Magog!”
The wraith paused, hovering.
“Gog and Magog, I call you. Gog and Magog, I bi—”
The Mashiach’s words were cut off with a strangled gurgle as the wraith flew toward him and body slammed him, possessing him. He flicked terror-filled eyes to me and disappeared.
The compulsion binding me dissolved.
I sucked in a lungful of air, ripped the bracelet off, and wiped the disgusting clot off my skin.
How had he bound me? I didn’t have dark magic.
The ground rumbled. Malik stood flanked by twenty cyclops demons. This wasn’t the
