Albert looked at Marek. The man was fighting against two ghouls.
The chains around Albert tightened. Darn it, there had to be something he could do! Anything!
Albert struggled against the chains. He let his mana whip around the cavern. Nothing he could do without paying a price for!
Marek screamed.
Albert looked as the sword went in and out of the demon's mana. The healer roared.
His mana was like a firestorm around him. His rage bombarded the ghosts.
Rage at Wrath and Amos for taking his childhood away. Rage at Valentius for never caring enough.
Rage at Marek for never showing him his gentle side up to now.
The ghosts let out wails. She thrashed against the chains Albert was wrapping her in.
He roared once more. Cutting off a piece of his soul to fan the flames.
He watched with a manic smile as the ghosts began to look at him with wide, red eyes.