Barely alive, Jerome laid near the feet of the Enchantress while Blake held her gaze until the first move was made. If it wasn't going to be Chi, it would be Blake. The air around them had died and the slow breeze that once surrounded them and the three people watching what was about to happen had withered to nothing. No one wanted to speak, for fear that something bad would suddenly happen.

Alexander tightly held his twin sister's hand in his as she clung to a crying Tallia. None of them knew what to do but they didn't dare run away even if it was what Blake wanted.

"You can't use that kind of magic on me, I'm stronger than your grandfather. He was nearing his time and if he doesn't get up soon, you may have killed him, dear." Chi looked down at Jerome's a...

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