Chapter 39
The buzz of magic fills the air. I feel it flowing around me and into the devil's trap. The hum of the incantation fills the air. It's almost melodic, filling what would be silence. The loader the incantation gets the stronger the pull of magic is. You can feel the resistance of Morningstar pulling at the other end. As I look at the witches and wizards I see some with blood starting to trickle from their nose. This is due to the amount of power and energy they are using up. I feel guilt start to eat at me and I want to end there suffering. But before I can call for them to stop Alaric grabs me and slams my back against him as he covers my mouth silencing me. Just as he does this there is a pop, and Morningstar appears. If he wasn't a self centered, egotistical tyrant that lives to ca
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