23
Lincoln
Now that I’m engulfed in the orange cloud of Peli’s magic, I expect to transport back to the after-realms.
That isn’t what happens.
Suddenly, the orange smoke morphs into white flames. More angelfire. Once the blaze dies down, I find myself back at that strange forest with its plastic trees and swirling skies. The same tendril of blue smoke curls up from a single point far in the distance.
Once more, the landscape acts as a magical reminder. A greater threat lurks for me and Myla. But what is it?
A voice sounds again, deep and familiar. “I grow stronger,” he says. “Soon we shall meet.”
The white flames return, surrounding me in comfort. The blaze grows so fierce, I can no longer see the forest any more. My visit here is ending as well.
With every journey through magic, I
