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before me,” he said in a raspy voice.
    He splayed his arms and phantoms scattered, seeking fresh victims.
    “Stay back and set up that barrier like I instructed.”
    Francis nodded at me. The rest of the druids scattered, each of them following the orders I had given them before coming here.
    A small cluster of phantoms raced towards u s. One of them butchered onto Amaymon. As soon as the ghost touched the demon, it let out a shrill scream and exploded, as did the other two in the vicinity.
    These phantoms were supposed to be the embodiment of fear – and that meant that whatever scared Amaymon was so powerful, it made them blow up. I wasn’t even sure the demon feared anything. What can scare an embodiment of chaos itself?
    A phantom latched onto me and I felt a tendril of darkness seep into the deepest corners of my brain. That was the phantom’s role purpose – to make me relive the scariest moments of my life.
    I was back at the mansion I grew up in, looking at a coffin. My mother’s remains – mummified by the foulest of magic − kept for the purpose of bloodline magic.
    I faced my own father, deranged and on more magical drugs than anyone alive, fending for my life as he tried to kill me and my twin sister.  I recalled the fear of him about to strike me dead when my sealed powers flared. I lost myself and woke up later, with my father dead and the place in ruins.
    I remembered losing my magic and the despair I felt. I remembered looking at that wraith as I willed it to kill me. I remembered facing the man who killed my mother and partnered with my father to kill us. I remember his killing the only man in my life I could even call ‘Dad’ − my mentor, the man who shaped my life and morals.
    I remembered conversing with him – Dark Erik, I call him. My subconscious, my sealed power. A figure clad in shadows, claiming to be my legacy. My potential.
    And that guy frightened me. But I suppose all of that meant I was aware of just how much fear I lived with every day. It meant I had accepted it into my daily life. It meant I knew how to deal with it.
    I focused on the phantom latched onto me. It was designated to feed on fear and enhance it. But most folks just have a couple of repressed traumas and that’s it. I felt it wavering, as if on the brink of letting go. Slowly, it began withering – this fear phantom wasn’t nearly powerful enough to deal with the shit I had going on inside my head.
    “Fuck off! ” I yelled as I ripped it away from me. It dissolved into shreds and evaporated.
    The rest of Dreadnite’s victims weren’t so lucky. Some struggled, others screamed, but they all ended up frozen on the spot as the phantoms shut them down and took control over their limbs. I saw a young boy in a superman costume going towards the glowing, tattooed freak.
    Dreadnite grabbed the phantom possessing the boy and I felt his magic flare. Something inside the boy fought and withered – his soul. Instinctively, I rushed towards the boy, desperate to save him. I took a first step and found that my feet were buried in the asphalt.
    “What are you doing?” I yelled at Amaymon.
    He pointed. “Watch,” he said. “Watch where the container is.”
    Demons – willing to sacrifice anything so long as it suited their needs. He wasn’t completely wrong , though. We needed to figure out where Tobias was keeping all the Cores he stole.
    So , I focused on the boy’s Core. I saw his magic, or potential for it, being ripped out of his body. The lump in my throat kept getting bigger and bigger and I was vaguely aware of the pain in my hand as my fingers compressed themselves into a tight, white-knuckled fist.
    But I saw it – a glow of metal underneath his vest. It looked like a loop, intertwined into another loop. In fact , it looked a lot like a...
    “Dream catcher,” I said. “It’s that metal dream catcher.”
    The trinket glowed white hot. I realized it was attached to a bolt that pierced Tobias’s side