The Trap Set for Victor

Bob was not like the others.

After losing his arm, he used negative magic to stop the bleeding.

He watched from the sidelines, and the chaos that Lenny caused made a cold sweat run down his neck.

"What kind of demons did I provoke? They are slaughtering everyone.

This is bad! This is bad! A demon attack had to happen when Father and the other seniors went to attack the giant shadow werewolves. Shit! I have to tell him otherwise; I'll die here.

Instantly, he used his blood from his wood to write certain runes on the ground as he echoed low incantations.

This was going to be a long-range spell.

These worlds did not have phones. There were no power lines. He was using his bloodline to call his father.

...

Fate worked in mysterious ways because, at around the same time, far off in the desert, a certain group of Magi were attacking a group of werewolves.