Raveesh was panicking. The young elfen was restraining him with the spell he was trying to perform. How could anyone that doesn't have a single hint of faey magic in his body be able to perform such high magic?
The daemon turned to the halfling. He pointed his crooked finger at her and called her out.
"Cursed child, make that elfen stop or else he will doom himself. You don't want that to happen right?"
He saw the panic that suddenly spread in Red's face as she begins to realize what the elfen was trying to do. The mark that the Darkling had given the girl was part of his grand plan.
Her visions weren't the only thing that was what made her the perfect tool for the Darkling's return. She could also understand the ancient language of the faeys without even trying that hard.
It was built in her subconscious, and it would only take her one big push to reach her full potential.
