Chapter Thirty

Night had come making everything seem eery as the fire rain continued to fall in the distance.  Smoke filled the air around them making it almost impossible to breath properly.  

After a long debate the elders had agreed that it was best to burn the bodies of the fallen in the proper manner.  

Elaina stared at the large fire before her, the remnants of dead warriors almost completely gone now.  It gave a little warmth to the cold fall evening.  

She clutched the devils scepter in her hand turning it over and over.  Samantha had let her hang onto it for the time being since nobody else could put it to use if the wards that elders spent hours putting up didn’t hold. 

Elaina stared quietly at the scepters handle, the silver glinting in the fires unholy glow.  Each of the black crystals embedded in the handle flashed with energy.  The three prongs at the end hummed, begging her to allow it to be released. &nb