CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Xander’s face aged in an instant, becoming withered and gray as his hair turned from a bright red to a stark white. His robes decayed into thin rags hanging on even thinner bones and his teeth became crooked and uneven. Waves of demonic energy radiated off him like heat from a furnace, forcing me to hold up my hands to protect my face and body from the pressure.
“Who are you?” Xander snapped. His Irish accented voice was full of hate and bloodlust, distorted slightly like he was speaking through a tin can. “What are you doing here? Get out!”
Xander raised his hands and energy as white as snow began swirling around his fingertips as he prepared to cast a spell. I stepped back, but I found that I couldn’t access my own Mana for some reason. All I could do was stare in hor
