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The two still had it in them. " You need to listen to me." I warned the spirit wolf, " We are not your enemies here. Don't allow yourself to be used." She launched at me again, and I aimed and punched her jaw hard. She clawed my chest before falling. Then she did something unusual and turned to mist. The mist held me down. I couldn't touch her, but her face was clear, and her eyes had an evil glint in them. "You dare to fight your god." She said.

“I... I didn’t mean to—” “Your anger blinds you, Aaron,” the spirit’s voice softened, its luminous form beginning to waver. “But it also reveals your humanity. You are not alone in your struggles. I, too, have faced the depths of emotions. Your journey is not over.” As quickly as its anger had flared, the spirit’s energy subsided, and its form returned to its serene state. “Return to the barrier,” it commanded, its voice a gentle yet firm directive. “Confront your rage, and when you are ready to face the mountain once more, you may enter.”

Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a drink." I said and turned around. I headed straight for my purse as I knew there was nothing strong enough in the house that would help. I did not bother to say anything to Jesse as I left the house and headed in the direction of a nearby gas station. As I walked the sidewalk, I let my mind race. I had a ghost in my house. His name was Jesse Martin and he lived back in the forties. I assume the vision that I had of the gunshot in the basement had to do with him in some way. For someone who did not believe in this sort of thing, I gave myself a bit of credit for not completely breaking down.

“Six elements, huh? Earth, fire, air, water, metal, and…” “Spirit,” I say again. The five basics—earth, fire, air, water, and metal—show up in our everyday work. But spirit? That one belongs to the Maiden alone. “What does that mean? Spirit?” she asks, frowning. “It means you’ll need to channel something from a spirit. It could be a message to a living loved one. A recipe. A story. Anything, really. The hard part is finding a spirit willing to speak—and that takes time. And your trials are timed.”

That was when Cherry suddenly turned into ash and disappeared into the wind. Two books were left where she had stood before. Quinn and Mia flew over to pick up the books out of curiosity. They used vital energy to pick it up like hands. "The Evil Spirit Divine Technique and the Dark Lightning Original Scripture. They look like the techniques she mainly cultivates," Quinn said as she carefully read the words on the book covers. "They don't sound like orthodox techniques," Mia commented. "Those techniques sound very similar to the techniques at the Nefarious Deity Sect and the Evil Shadow Sect. Let's take them back to Helena and Norm," Chase said.

It vibrates in my bones, and my magic lifts like wings behind my ribs, ready to take flight. I can feel the spirits' hunger. Not for blood or vengeance, but for purpose. For meaning. For the chance to be part of something greater than their exile. I step forward, leaving the safety of Erik's touch. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how to help." But the Ash-born do not answer with words. They vanish. Not into mist or shadow, but into me. The sensation is overwhelming. Dozens of spirits flowing into my body, their memories and pain and hope becoming part of me.

I am confident that this time you will be able to make things right. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to the water's edge. The Weres floated gently down the current, their eyes reflecting the glow of the Spirit River. Each soul shimmered with a unique light, an echo of their earthly lives—some flickering like candle flames, while others glowed with the steady brilliance of stars. I felt their stories wrapping around me, their joys and sorrows intertwining with my own. “Come,” I whispered, my heart aching for the souls before me. “It is time to release your burdens. You are safe here.”

The remnant spirit hovered in place and studied Shiloh for a moment. Then, it drifted closer and circled her several times, muttering words no one could understand. Andrew did not relax for even a second, and Godslayer remained ready in his hand. Then, the spirit's form pulsed and expanded with a sudden burst of energy. "I'm free! I'm finally free! The two conditions afflicting this young woman are gone. My lord, thank you. I'm going into the light now!"

I couldn't see his human form either. Shit, shit, shit. I performed the ritual to leave the spiritual plane. Nothing happened. I tried again, clearing my mind. One body, one spirit. One body, one spirit. One body, one spirit. Kiema's body, Kiema's spirit. Thank you, Gaia, for this gift. Kiema's body, Kiema's spirit. I held my breath. Nothing. Shit, shit, shit. I was fucking stuck.

Per say no time had passed at all up here , it had only been three minutes since he left. He went towards her, bending down to kiss her on her forehead. A silent prayer for her to come back to him. Taking out the book Hades had given to him, he walked over to his reading nook, sat down and started reading. The book was about necromancy and didn't ways to perform them, writing by the necromancer himself of course. It was even signed for Hades. Raphael rolled his eyes and seeing that he'd tried most of these spells he flipped through the book a bit until a peculiar practice caught his eye. The text was about raising someone who's spirit hadn't left their bodies yet. It was quite a stretch but