Page 25 of Amethyst and Iron
And then the hand released me.
I went skidding across the ground, heading right for the Valley of the Dead.
An eruption of crimson ripped into the immediate area.
And then Sylas was standing there right in front of me.
A barrier between me and the Valley of the Dead.
He slammed glowing spheres of necromantic power together with a violent crack, sending twin waves of red energy surging outward.
The spirits shrieked as they were hit, twisting, writhing, scattering like smoke.
And then they were gone, sucked back into the misted depths.
An eerie silence fell.
I went to reach out for Sylas, but then the spirits started screeching and yelling in a deafening cacophony,
“Necromancer!”
“Necromancer!”
“Necromancer!”
They wanted to take him now.
“Go!” he told me, shoving me toward the tear with a blast of his magic.
I stumbled as he flung his hands wide, rivers of crimson energy flooding out from him, pushing the spirits back even as more kept coming.
I saw the flicker in his magic, some waves sputtering out before they reached their mark.
Sylas cursed, then bellowed, voice thundering through the space, “This ismydomain, Kai! You cannot overpower me here!”
He sent another blast toward me.
I threw my arm out to him. “Come!”
“I can’t.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
He merely smiled. “Take care of them. Especially our volatile wolf. He’ll need you more than ever.”
Terror rushed through me, adrenaline surging to new heights.
“No! You are not doing this!”
“It’s already done,little Wraith.”
“Sylas!” I screamed, as he forced me further toward the tear.
I was right at the edge when two rose-gold shimmering tethers shot through the tear and drove toward Sylas at rapid speed.
They wrapped around his arms, pinning him, completely subduing him.
And then they yanked.
