“Are you sure this is going to work?” Avena’s voice was tense. She glanced back, blue eyes searching for any sign of the undead that might have followed them. The five of them had gathered by one of the palace’s outer walls. The cold stone wall was massive, and they looked small standing next to it.

“Well,” Haven tightened her grip on the Book of Spells and exhaled slowly. “There is only one way to find out.” She murmured, “Everybody gather round.”

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