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Celesse and Tony stood back-to-back as a cluster of Magic Eaters slithered toward them.
“Got a grimoire?” Tony asked.
“I-I can’t cast,” Celesse said. “I’m mostly human.”
“Damn.”
He was drenched. He had cast a wind spell to blow the monsters away, but it had been a poor choice. They came back in bigger numbers than before, and the blowback from the spell had knocked Tony in the water.
Celesse glanced back at the white claw. The magical force field was still glowing.
She wished she could call Lucan.
As the monsters groaned and slid toward them, sickening the air with a rotten, fetid smell, she gripped the stake and swung it.
Nothing. They kept coming.
A Magic Eater jumped into the air. She screamed and put her hands in front of her face.
But the beast didn’t land on her.
It landed in the water, where it pedaled its tentacles and began to swim toward the magical wall.
Other monsters passed her and eased into the water, swimming slowly, making furious ripples in the water as they splashed their way across the surface.
“They’re not after us,” Tony said. He laughed at the revelation. “We’ll be okay!”
The first Magic Eater reached the wall. A giant white tooth protruded from its mouth. It sunk its tooth into the wall, then slurped at the pink magic, breaking bits of it off and swallowing as its throat glowed.
Celesse wondered what the magic tasted like …
BOOM!
The Magic Eater’s body exploded, sending gray slime everywhere.
Tony and Celesse covered their faces and backed away as more Magic Eaters assaulted the barrier.
And one after one, their bodies exploded.
More and more came out of the woods. And still, the barrier destroyed them.
“What should we do?” Tony asked.
“We watch,” Celesse said, not taking her eyes off the tomb.
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