A Purple World Of Mages and Magic

Two wands!

Jodge woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, feeling the familiar presence of the Eskern demon he had being possessed with. He lay in bed for a moment, listening to the sound of his breathing and the silence of the dormitory. He could feel the demon's anger and frustration, and it was that it wanted to talk. He sat up slowly, trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep, and then he slipped out of bed and tiptoed towards the door of the dorm room. He heard someone stir and he froze. He didn't want a repeat of the last time when Lance followed him without him knowing, so he waited, hiding close to the steel bunk of someone who was snoring. At the rate, the boy was going to wake everybody up.

When he was sure no one had woken, he crept out of the dorm, holding the Eskern totem in his robe pocket.

He walked through the winding corridors of the labyrinth, noticing the beastly paintings once more on the walls. He reached the open rocky space where the crack in the wall had gotten big