Alastair quickly dashed out of the house as soon as Cara left and took another route to get to the Werewolves' den. It was a crazy day for him already and he was not so sure he even knew what he was doing. He remembered nothing about the spell master Orion had used to reveal and trap that ghost because he did not bother about learning it. It was one of those things which you'd consider as unimportant. In fact, necromancers were considered to be extinct right after the scandal with the one who resurrected Elle's father. Besides, necromancy was so complex and difficult to understand that a lot of sorcerers did not bother to venture into it. That was part of the reason why he did not learn so much about it.Perhaps he would have done so if he had not spent the next sixteen years after his fall making weapons instead. Alastair quickly hurried along, determined to make sure he returns before Cara does. He did not remember vividly but there was once a mention of an alternative way to make

Alastair watched as Cara ogled at him, his eyes fixated on her like some predator. Cara on the other hand was begging to give out low guttural grows which made Alastair very uncomfortable. He needed to pull the ghost out of her immediately before it does permanent damage to her mind. The only problem was that he did not remember the particular spell needed to do it. The spell needed to exorcise a demon was different from the spell needed to exorcise a ghost. Using one instead of the other would result in damage to the recipient of the spell as well as to the mage who cast it."Cara, if you can hear me, I need you to focus on my voice. I need you to fight it off. It is not stronger than you. It is under your control. You just need to realize it and break free from its clutch. Focus, Cara."He said to her as she continued to growl. His words were not working. He had no idea what to do at that moment, and when Cara suddenly charged and jumped at him, he knew things were about to get wor

Alastair dashed towards Cara and quickly wrapped her up in his arms. She was cold, very cold, like someone who was about to die. But she could not exactly die, could she? Alastair picked her up and dashed towards the house. Her breath was barely noticeable. She gave out short groans at regular intervals and she was shivering.Alastair quickly rushed her to the house and lay her down on a table. He sighed as he gazed at her, trying to figure out what was wrong. Alastair stretched forth his hand towards Cara and as a Bright light shone forth from his hand, he watched as cara's Body became enveloped within the light. The light was radiating so bright at first, but then, it suddenly became dim.In horror, Alastair gazed at Cara's energy core. It was flickering like a candlelight. Her energy was weak and it was only the Phoenix's breath of life that was keeping her alive. Alastair quickly tried to shift some of his energy into her. It was a technique mages used to save other mages who were

Thrumming.The energy in his hand reminded him of what he had come to do. Alastair glanced over his shoulder repeatedly to see if any of those creatures were still lingering around. He did not want any more surprises. He did not even like surprises.He took steady but calculated steps as he walked towards the house. Something told him that there were booby traps around. He stepped carefully, making sure to listen to the ground beneath before he took another step. If you listen hard enough, you could hear the secrets that lay beneath the ground.Alastair missed a step and nearly stepped on a spot where a soft thrumming sound was coming from. He quickly used his magic to shield his legs while he stepped down. There was no telling what such a magical trap could do. And so, he was able to avoid all others that lay beneath the ground.Alastair got to the entrance of the house which was filled with dark energy. The energy repelled his mage side, but at the same time, it attracted the sorcer

"Vector, listen to me. You are alive today because destiny says so. The truth is, you were supposed to die twenty years ago and even now, you have been living on borrowed time. There is someone you are going to save with your life in the future. That is why you are still alive. You have a very important role to play in this madness that is about to get unleashed. Do not fuck it up or all will be lost."The words reverberated through Blaize's mind as he dodged a punch coming from the tall, large man hulking towards him. The crowd around them boomed with cheers as Blaize dodged the hit. The man came at him again but that time, he struck Blaize to the ground and growled loudly.The other side of the crowd cheered loudly as Blaize crashed. The man kept growling, Basking in what he supposed was Victory. "Fuck!" Blaize cursed while he attempted to stand up. But before he knew it, the man's feet had collided with his ribs and he was flying through the air before he crashed on the ground. A