"I sense nothing!" Bo thought about it but Two heard it.
"Bo, the memories of this place have implanted inside your mind with details and if you don't let it stop and drag us back it might grow and we appear in front of his throne."
Bo clenched his jaw because the hunter already could see what was going on in his head. Lashuka could push him back but Bo had no access even to his own power.
"When you were beyond the shield. Lashuka sensed your power and sent a vampire juggler to you but the werewolf arrived earlier and interfered. As long as you were a porter the God didn't need to bother and cross the shield he could have you and does what he wanted."
He added to persuade Bo and it sparkled in his existence.
"I am trying. But this is the buffoonery."
He felt it for a moment but decreased quickly and he couldn't advance it to the next level. He even didn't know how this power worked.
"Listen, man! Our life isn't buffoonery, I risked my life for hiding your secret so don't disappoint me. Your power is far stronger than mine is. Your damn mind can transport everything in this world where you wish but I only can take people to the memories and show them what was going on in the past."
He thought maybe a bit of information about his skill helped.
"Did you understand that what you are capable of?" Two's voice went higher in his head.
The hunter's voice was tackling in his head, poking his nerve, repeatedly saying that he is a transporter.
"Damn you, transport us out now! Only you can do it."
The last word was a great and exact shot. The hunter wasn't in a situation to kid him and his voice was shivering out of fear. Bo opened his eyes; the uproar around his was increasing from either side. The hunters were fighting and protecting the circle of Gods, keeping the wraiths away.
Why didn't it happen before? Why would it come across with him out of the blue? He needed to hear an inner voice.
There was a locked door in his mind and he was about to make gumption for it, letting the inward content fluxing out.
He washed out the questions that were stopping him from going further. They were distracting him from focusing on himself. Two's vocal tune was traveling in the background of his mind, remarking that he was a transporter.
He shut his eyelids down. Reminding his father's face, he was smiling, getting on his bike, leaving to protect the shield. He could imagine how Lashuka killed him as if he was only a pack of bone and flesh nothing more. Those enforce wraiths were achieving the wish they had made to their God. This could be stopped.
Almost an hour before the moon was bringing shines on the grass of the circle and then they moved to his memories.
"My lady, release the cold." That was the commander ordering the vampire girl.
"Four, keep the waves of light around us until Two make it out." He added while five was attaching the Emulatorus wraiths for him to smash down their being.
The environment began to change finally but at the same moment a red ball of light hit the waves and broke it down. A sharp gale raided ahead, kicking everyone in the circle.
"He is here!" Four declared but she wasn't able to dangle with him. This was out of her hand and they were praying that Two doing something.
She stood beside One. They had to work altogether. Six broke the branches and Five led them to shape around the circle. Four's waves brought pace and Three's power made the branches grow longer, becoming like a dome, and finally One frizzed them.
The shield that they built couldn't hang on for a long time. The red ball moved back and then with a high speed surged ahead. Its rays were glinting inside.
The ball hit the shield and all slipped down, kneeling on the ground. Dust and fog snatched them under siege.
Bo felt the cold gale and fog tumbling on his skin, burning the scratches. He was near the shield outright.
"I still can sense him." The Bena, order of light said still was on her knee. Three strode to her.
"Are you alright, sister?"
"I am! Hand One, she is in pain."
One was on the ground Three and the commander rushed to her.
Grabbing her hand, he started to heal her broken rib as long as she had no blood to intake and to be healed naturally; his help was necessary.
Bo opened his eyes. He could hear Lashuka's voice in his head saying, "You returned to me, Bo!"
"What do you want?" Bo asked.
"Weird question! You know what I want."
No one could hear that conversation it was a relief but not a temporary one. The voice cut. He closed his eyes and imagined the quest room that the hunters were questioning them. He didn't want to lose at this level of his life. He never gave up on the tracks so he wouldn't do it here.
"Well done Bo," that was Two in his head. He shared his mind power with Bo, fog decreased, and the shield around them changed to walls and pillars. The moonlight kissed the grasses down the table.
Delun heaved a breath out and fell to the ground. He rolled up his head on Bo who stood still like a piece of a stick while the hunter already put his hand away.
Bo marveled and couldn't move. The fay boy didn't reveal his secret because of rushing ahead and saving his life; but how long could he hide it?
"Karmalin! Tell him to train you. Thus, he will let the crown prince knows. Don't let anyone else find that about you."
It Was Two's voice again wiggling in his skull. His eyes shifted on him. Regardless of what had happened and the way the hunters' leader reacted toward them, it was the only option.
"You sound well," Delun said, emerging in front of him. He turned to the commander and added, "You fools play with dangerous things."
"Would you like I gut you here or in front of other Aligners? How dare you scold us? From now on you are under arrest and have no right to move out of the city." He shouted, baring his wolfish nails for Delun.
"You and your goofy king can go to hell!" Bo broke his silence.
"Enough!" Karmalin was there and his thick loud but waffled voice smothered the tension.
He was there but not alone.