The professor crept across the pulsing symbol closer to the coffin and wrung his hands.

I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my hands to my ears to block it all out. What had I done? Gods, what had I done?

I had to stop this. Unless something else came pouring out of my mouth when I did a spell, I could kill Ryze. The knife the professor had stabbed me with lay just beyond my fingertips.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and immediately wished I ...