Ninety

*Rafe*

Sersia began chanting in a language that sounded ancient and powerful. The air around us seemed to shift and crackle with energy as she drew symbols and runes into the air with her hands. Sersia's chanting grew louder and more intense, her hands moving in intricate patterns as the magic flowed through her and into Freya.

Beside me, I could see the fear in Connor's eyes, but he stayed still, trusting me to protect Freya.

And then it was my turn. Sersia ...