Chapter 42. Checkmate

I knew they were all staring at me, even though I couldn't see any eerie eyes. Like a delicious divine feast, they've been denied for ages. How much longer?

Decades?

I knew that they were prepared to use me as a vessel, but that was all I could be sure about.

The shady sorcerers sitting on the branches of the huge dead tree moved together as if they had been told to find me.

Myra was clutching my left arm. He stuttered, "They're on their way. They're going to launch an assault. T—to find Stella."

"Sandro referenced it. That they need my assistance in bolstering their authority!" I didn't say anything, either.

"They are much too many. We're not going to make it here! Oswin! Flicker us away!" Chase yelled as he took a quick step forward, his veins and the mark on the back of his torso glowing.

Oswin remained deafeningly silent.

"Oswin!" Myra shook the man's arm, who appeared immobile and lost. "Oswin! You squinted horse's son! Flicker us away!" Myra screamed furiously as she burst into