The darkness endured for ab entire minute before the fire scones reignited and the audience of despicable beings wailed, screeched, moaned, growled and hissed in cheer.
Xavier couldn't help the cold daft of reality that washed over him. He and the other novice mystics were in the midst of death itself. Here, in the spiritual realm. Away from everything of life. Anything could happen.
Would he be able to go back to the living world? Back to his mother? Who would cure his mother if things didn't favor him tonight?
"We have to return safely. All of us."
Declan didn't need to look at him to know what he meant.
"We will."
Side by side, the two novice mystics started down the aisle.
Eyes of every kind of ferocity followed them as they went; a coven of banshees picked up a crooning song that the rest picked up. Imagine nails grinding against metal, crows cawing, and stones crashing against wood.
