Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and did the unthinkable. Retracting the fingers of my spell, I used the pearl to riffle through the essences on that beach for that one particular voice. I found him in a sweeping cyclone of magic, his legs about to be stolen from him, bruises and scrapes decorating every inch of his flesh. A horde of humans, with their weapons drawn, eagerly awaited his vulnerable moment. As the angry mob stormed my parlor, I drew my strength into my core. With one final, exhausted push, I gifted Alastor every magical charm I had left. My only hope being it would be adequate
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