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Thousands, tens of thousands, of phantoms swirled around him like bats – covering the sky like a cloud.
    “Mr. Ashendale.” Francis was on his hands and knees behind at tree. His glasses were shattered. “It’s time. Do not let him complete the ritual.”
    Dreadnite’s deranged eyes locked onto the young druid’s. “You,” he spat. “I’ll make you pay. All of you. You will pay.”
    The phantoms multiplied and shot outwards. They latched onto every person, comatose or not, and began dragging out their Cores.
    “Mr. Ashendale,” screamed Francis as a trio of phantoms assaulted him. “Stop him!”
    A mass of phantoms enveloped me. Djinn made short work of them, but I sensed that their purpose was not to attack, but to stall. Dreadnite could only take one Core at a time and he needed time. I swiped at the phantoms, clearing my field of vision.
    Damn kid.
    You see what happens when you mix teenagers and power? And for what?
    This idiot just wanted to get on with a pretty girl and be accepted by a group. This was certainly not a healthy way to handle rejection. And now look at him – coming up with dumb ass names and delving into the darkest corners of magic.
    Hang on a second.
    I stopped fighting and just looked at Tobias. He had both arms outstretched, that ridiculous dream catcher pierced into his side and was laughing like a maniac. Phantom amassed around him, creating a link between him and his victims.
    I just looked at him, as if I were looking at him for the first time ever.
    Then, calmly, I walked over to one of the stalls. I stabbed Djinn into the wooden counter and leaned casually against a stand.
    “Erik, what the hell?” blurted Amaymon.
    “Let him do it,” I said. “Just let him finish.”
    I gave the demon a meaningful look , and he got it. With a nod he just tapped his foot, and boulders shot up from the ground. He sat there, clicking his claws against each other.
    Dreadnite smiled maniacally.
    “Finally acknowledged my power, have you? No matter, I will not spare you.”
    “There are over two thousand people here, Tobias,” I called out. “You sure you can do it?”
    “My name is Dreadnite,” yelled the kid.
    His power flared , and I felt him connect to the ethereal energy seeping into the earthly realm. His laugh echoed as he began using his powers. A mass extraction of souls – he had the power for it now, and I was just sitting there, waiting.
    Anytime now.
    And nothing happened.
    Tobias brought his hands down and reached for the dream catcher. He found nothing but skin flapping and blood oozing.
    “What . . . how? His hands pressed on the wound, and blood oozed in between his digits.
    Amaymon appeared next to me again, his movements a blur. He dangled the dream catcher before crushing it. My ears popped as sheer power over a number of magical Cores escaping messed with the atmospheric pressure.
    “You sure the Cores will go back to their owners?” I asked the demon.
    “Yeah,” he said. “Those guys should be wakin’ up anytime.” He sniffed the crushed trinket. “This looks tasty.” He threw the dream catcher into his maw and chomped down hard. “Hmm,” he said in between bites. “The kid actually had some talent, to make such a powerful toy. He coulda made a good adept, maybe even a wizard. Ah, well – fuck it.”
    “Why?” Tobias looked a mess. A single phantom rose f rom his body and latched onto his arms.
    I snatched Djinn from its post and channelled magic through it. They were too far to hit with a melee weapon, but I swung anyhow.
    A crescent beam of azure energy streaked towards them, disintegrating the phantoms and knocking Tobias backwards, into the disintegrated stage.
    I sheathed the short sword and began walking towards the boy. “That spell is pure evil. It’s not just enough to have power or the right timing,” I explained. “You need to be evil – pure evil. The kind that normal folks aren’t capable of. You’re just a scorned kid who couldn’t