I’m aware of the power of the spell we’re about to cast. We were going to unravel and undo the very fabric of one of the laws of nature –if done alone; the spell could possibly kill even the strongest of witches, and masters of spell casting.
But none of that awareness prepared me for the force of pure strength that crashed into me, and began to suck the life out of my very core. It was like having syringes poked into your body; thousands of them draining the blood out of you, and every passing millisecond gets you weaker and weaker. But it wasn’t just the weakness. Where energy had been drained, liquefied fire went back into the empty veins.
I ground my teeth harshly, sealing my eyes shut and trying to hold it in.
Somewhere in my head, I heard Aunt Florence’s voice reciting the lines o
