The Ingards stood firm while the Ghus held on tight.
And soon, Dorian closed his eyes and began chanting.
~Shwshwsheshwshwshwshw~."
His chants started slow like whispers before abruptly speeding up!
Flip.~
The pages of the book on the table began lifting ever so gently.
... A breeze?
How can this be?
They looked at the sealed window and every other opening in the room, wondering whether the slight breeze was coming from.
And why did the breeze suddenly pick up?
Flip. Flip. Flip!
The pages danced maniacally the more the candles flickered.
And when it finally flew off the table, every single Ingard had goosebumps.
This... This... What is going on here?
Subconsciously they inched in closer to one another, looking left, right, up, down, and even around.
