The Shaman was petrified. His gaze was darting between Nephie and the mountain of crystal under which Ailill and Maeve were buried alive. He had performed so much dark magic that he was sure this ritual would be a success, but the whole thing took a terrible turn.
Nephie was earlier seeing Lazarus and Emma but now her large head moved to see the Shaman. Her chest vibrated with a rumble which was so dangerous that the floor of the temple shook. Anton and King Viktor grabbed the nearest column as they looked at Nephie with fear in their eyes. Both of them were unable to understand where the dragon came from and attacked Ailill. They had too many questions in their head but they were too terrified to even speak.
