The Moon's Dark Embrace
A minute afterward, enchantment is blasting out of me at all points, lighting up the woodland around us fair as the two werebears driving the charge crash into Addison and Quinn, thumping them off their feet.
“Atlas,” I shout as another assailant rises from the trees next to him. He turns to see, moving in a obscure of dark hide and dull enchantment, and collides with the werebear. It topples off adjust, swaying to the side and giving me sufficient time to sprint over to Chart book, still gleaming with a light so shinning that it’s about blinding.
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