Hayle Coven Novels
The Light sent, me and yet not me.
Together, power blazing, roaring through me like a freight train, Ameline and I raised our hands as one, gestured. The Light acted, making me feel like a patient passenger on this ride, though I was wide open and aware of everything happening to me, around me. The Dark formed a blade in the air, the Light crystalizing around it. Again we gestured while Belaisle's gaping black power rushed forward to consume us.
Our sword sliced through his magic, collapsed it into dust. Flashed in the candlelight of the stone room, whistling with the song of the maji veil as it rose and descended across the stream of green magic flowing forward to the glass case.
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