An implosion within the portal sent Luke, surging through it blindly. His arms flailing helplessly until it shot him out like a bullet, crashing into an invisible barrier. In an instant, he materialized in the center of an otherwise dark room. It was Alaba’s conjuring room, now illuminated by a plethora of candles. An old lantern with a candle inside illuminates the king's face.
Alaba, Ebadah and many of the great wizards of Spellville stood together, cloaked and dressed in heavy robes as though they have been on a journey. Their eyes and focus were looking into a Calderon and chanting a spell. Luke, stood alone unseen in the shadows, he thought.
“Well don’t just stand there Luke, come over here and join us. We can use all the help we can
Alaba, Ebadah and many of the great wizards of Spellville stood together, cloaked and dressed in heavy robes as though they have been on a journey. Their eyes and focus were looking into a Calderon and chanting a spell. Luke, stood alone unseen in the shadows, he thought.
“Well don’t just stand there Luke, come over here and join us. We can use all the help we can