Book Seven: Chapter 200

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Fuck,” Grace whispered back. Cyrus stared at the little Arachne in horror.

“Your dad is gonna kill me,” he muttered.

Grace nodded solemnly in response.

“Let’s prepare a proper greeting,” shouted Elizabeth as she raised her palms toward the corners of the ceiling. Crimson runes that Cyrus hadn’t seen before ignited, the hangar now lit much like a dark room. The men of the SoS looked on nervously as their own shadows stretched away from them and took on a life of their own. The shadow soldiers rose from the ground and spread themselves out, taking on defensive positions of their own.

Cyrus just shook his head. Elizabeth was strong, of that there was never a doubt. But the magic she utilized suggested that she had contracted with a very powerful demon, not something that could be summoned up quite so easily. Witches like her often did this, approaching powerful entities and bartering away their souls for power. He suspected she had s