They ran as fast as they could along the seafront, praying that they could outrun the cloud of death tracing behind them. Mary managed to get close enough to the Mediterranean Sea to release a tidal wave onto the sand, washing out hundreds of the spirits chasing after them. "Do that again! I need more time!" Aaron's breath became heavier with every word. Mary began to run towards the sea. As soon as her foot touched the water, she sent a larger wave crashing onto the sand, eliminating another hundred ghosts, but they kept coming. The number of souls got bigger and bigger until Mary and Aaron were eventually trapped on the edge of the beach, their backs against the rocky side of a cliff.
Suddenly, Aaron turned to face the swarm of souls flying towards him. He took off his bracelet, and within seconds, the bracelet unravelled to form a large two-pronged obsidian stick that rose up above his head.
Aaron stood in the sand, holding his bident tightly. The ghosts were charging straight at him and Mary, who was now standing next to him with their backs to a sandstone pillar. The moans and wails of the ghosts were getting louder as they approached. Aaron took a deep breath and stepped forward, thrusting his bident into the hot sand. The weapon glowed with a bright light, and the ghosts began to disintegrate into nothingness. He could feel the heat rising from the ground. But he didn't falter. He kept his concentration steady until the last ghost vanished into thin air. Aaron looked around, his heart pounding in his chest. They had both made it; even better, they still had the artefact.
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The Caelus Vance Chronicles: Ancient Souls (#1)
FantasyCaelus Vance is revealed to a world intertwined with the one he knew as he joins a group of mortals (Sponsors) linked with Greek Gods. What once was a small task given by the Gods became a more sinister event as the Gods and Sponsors have to work to...
