Jasmine's heart swelled. She smiled, fond and fierce, then snapped her fingers. From her pocket ring spilled thousands of glittering gold coins, crashing into a mountain at her feet. The cavern rang with the sound of wealth piling high, the gleam of their hoarded and unused feast-fund casting sparks in the dimness.
Her eyes met Quinlan's again. He cocked his head to the side as a smirk tugged at his mouth. To his girls, it was a smirk that bolstered their confidence, knowing that their man was once again back in control after all that happened in the feast.
But to his enemies… It would look like the smile of the devil himself.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Jasmine's expression said everything. 'Yes.'
"Let's give that crazed bitch the migraine of the millennium together, my love."
Their joined hands lifted into the air.
Mana surged.
From the void, a tome materialized and began hovering right before his gaze.
The [Necromantic Codex]. The catalyst of his necromantic might.
