Elian's POV
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Elian's heart skipped a beat when Kyren's hands lit up with a dark red light, his skin tingling with an odd warmth that surged through his body.
The intensity of the sand storm increased as he—little Kyren—yelled out in a language he couldn't understand.
'Back when I relied heavily on casting spells through the old tongue.' Kyren's voice sounded excited in his head. 'Good times...'
Meanwhile, the male witch reacted quickly to the sand storm, chanting something in a language of his before pointing his index finger at Kyren.
The floating book in front of him pulsed with a bright silver red light, a red lightning bolt crackling through the air above before heading straight at little Kyren.
"Shit!" Elian cursed, his body tensing up... But little Kyren was no pushover.
