Morgana's shock was evident as she whispered, "Shademore Gorge!"
She knew that place; every witch knew about it.
It was a realm of devil worshippers, where the most vicious and hate-fueled creatures walked, steeped in brutality and darkness.
The forest fell silent except for the crackling of fires and the heavy breathing of exhausted fighters.
Morgana swayed on her feet, drained by the effort of using so much power so quickly. The blue light faded, leaving her looking pale and shaken.
"Morgana!" Raelana rushed to her side, supporting her before she could fall. "What was that power? I've never seen anything like it."
But Morgana barely heard her. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where the black fiend had disappeared with Jaenor. "They took him," she whispered, her voice breaking.
"They took him."
Darian quickly came to the rescue and held her.
"That talking fiend took him. I'm sorry, Morgana," he said to her.
