A Sky of Spells (Book #9 in the Sorcerer's Ring) Read Online Free PDF

reached out one
hand, grabbed hers, and effortlessly yanked her to her feet.
    As he held her hand, she
felt all of her own energy restored.
    “Where is he?” Argon asked.
    Argon did not wait for an
answer; it was as if he knew exactly where he needed to go, as he turned, staff
at his side, walked right into the thick of battle.
    Alistair couldn’t understand
how Argon was not hesitant to stroll into the soldiers. Then she understood
why: he was able to cast a magical bubble around him as he went, and as the
undead charged him from all sides, none were able to penetrate it. Alistair
stuck close to him as he marched fearlessly, harmlessly through the thick of
the battle, as if strolling through a meadow on a sunny day.
    The two of them made their
way through the battlefield, and he kept silent, marching, dressed in his long
white cloak and hood, walking so fast that Alistair could barely keep up.
    He finally stopped at the
center of the battle, in a clearing, opposite which stood Rafi. Rafi still
stood there, holding both arms out at his sides, his eyes rolled back in his
head as he summoned thousands of undead, pouring out of the crevice in the earth.
    Argon raised a single palm
high overhead, palm up, facing the sky, and opened his eyes wide.
    “RAFI!” he screamed in
challenge.
    Despite all the noise, Argon’s
scream cut through the battle, resonating off the hills.
    As Argon shrieked, suddenly
the clouds parted high above. A white stream of light came flying down, from
the sky, right to Argon’s palm, as if connecting him to the very heavens. The stream
of light grew wider and wider, like a tornado, enveloping the battlefield,
enveloping everything around him.
    There came a great wind and
a great whooshing noise, and Alistair watched in disbelief as beneath her the
ground began to shake even more violently, and the huge crevice in the earth
began to move in the opposite direction, slowly sealing itself backup.
    As it began to close on
itself, dozens of undead shrieked, crushed as they tried to crawl out.
    Within moments, hundreds of
undead were slipping, sliding back down to the earth, as the crevice became more
and more narrow.
    The earth shook one last
time, then grew quiet, as the crevice finally sealed itself, the ground whole
again, as if no fissure had ever appeared. The awful shrieks of the undead
filled the air, muted from beneath the earth.
    There came a stunned silence,
a momentary lull in battle, as everyone stood and watched.
    Rafi shrieked and turned and
set his sights on Argon.
    “ARGON!” Rafi shrieked.
    The time had come for the final
clash of these two great titans.
    Rafi ran into the open
clearing, holding his red staff high, and Argon did not hesitate, racing out to
greet Rafi.
    The two met in the middle, each
wielding their staffs high overhead. Rafi brought his staff down for Argon and Argon
raised his and blocked it. A great white light arose, like sparks, as they met.
Argon swung back, and Rafi blocked.
    Back and forth they went,
blow for blow, attacking, blocking, white light flying everywhere. The ground
shook with each of their blows, and Alistair could feel a monumental energy in
the air.
    Finally, Argon found his
opening, swinging his staff from underneath, upwards, and as he did, shattering
Rafi’s staff.
    The ground shook violently.
    Argon stepped forward, raised
his staff high overhead with two hands, and plunged it straight down, right
through Rafi’s chest.
    Rafi let out an awful
shriek, thousands of small bats flying out of his mouth as his jaw remained wide
open. The skies turned black for a moment, as thick black clouds gathered from
the heavens, right over Rafi’s head, and swirled down to earth. They swallowed him
whole, and Rafi howled as he spun through the air, yanked upwards, into the
skies, heading up to some awful fate that Alistair did not want to imagine.
    Argon stood there, breathing
hard, as all finally fell silent, Rafi dead.
    The army of undead shrieked,
as one at