The Last Blood Mage

Calm Before The Big Storm Part One

As Erik and Atheria stood rooted to the spot, their gaze fixed on the spot where Xander had vanished over the edge, the air around them shifted ominously. The sudden, chilling presence of wraiths materializing behind them snapped their attention back to the immediate danger.

"Get ready," Atheria said, her voice low and steady as she turned to face the new threat, an arrow already notched to her bow.

Erik, with a swift motion, prepared another spell, his hands glowing faintly with the promise of combat. "I was hoping for a bit of a breather, but guess not," he quipped, trying to lighten the tension.

But before they could engage, something unexpected happened. The wraiths, their forms previously so menacing and focused, began to flicker and fade, like shadows at dawn. Within moments, the cemetery was quiet once more, the threat seemingly evaporated into the night.

Erik lowered his hands, the glow fading as he looked around in bewilderment. "Well, that was anticlimactic. Did they forget