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He smiled, remarking how that day had replayed in his mind continuously for the past six years. As the witches commenced their chant in an unfamiliar tongue, a sudden wind began to displace items from the table, sending papers into a flurry. The candles, once lit, flickered to black. Krystal urged everyone to retreat, explaining that black candles signify malevolence and expressing her doubts about the ritual. Her mother reassured her, insisting that this needed to transpire for life to progress positively.

“This is above and beyond what I’ve ever seen.” The possessed Sable laughed again. "Nothing can stop us. The ritual is complete. The door is open. We will traverse your world again, and shroud it in darkness." A wave of the dark energy burst outwards and slammed into the healing wizards; sending them all crashing back against opposite walls. They shouted as they fell, but they were shocked and alive. I felt that surge, too, but at least I was prepared this time.

“Be careful what you chase, Charlie Greene. For when you find him… he may not recognize you anymore.” “So what am I supposed to do?” I snapped, throwing my hands out until the sleeves of my robe billowed. “Just stand here and listen? Watch Carter bleed away into the thing he’s been terrified of since we stepped through that Gate?” The Wizard didn’t flinch. He rose slowly from his chair, the pipe smoke curling like a question mark as he moved toward the mantle above the dying hearth. “Of course not, Charlie,” he said, voice low and steady. “You fight.”

I hoped to the heaven's they both are fine. The witches chants slowly filled my ears. "....Oxarmazas ocre ixes itum et sique. Zaplixy Atiz Cavi prarmossi Exastra Nepholi hesexa Zacavit Atiz Cravi prarmossi Pontemix Praeslzidior Zimbilis per vous meta mi heava cor dermina Zontem hraesidio ser imsen ulaz..." Then suddenly, a blinding red light grew brightly from the chalice, spreading out. It felt like my soul was being pulled away into the red light.

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.