CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The Children of Raith began chanting in a strange language as soon as Jackson finished speaking. As the Children chanted in perfect unison, the glowing lines of the ritual on the floor began to glow a bright red. The bright red light made Helena’s eyes and skin look crimson. She whipped her head back and forth, her eyes wide with fear and worry as the lines grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the tiny shop we all stood in like the sun.
“Noah,” said Simon under his breath, glancing up at me as the Children’s chanting grew louder and louder, “what are we going to do? How are we going to save her?”
I didn’t have the answer to that question. I tugged at the Mana chains holding me to the floor, but they were wrapped firmly around my wrists and ankles. Despite being ma
