#Chapter152
The Frequency
We all stand quiet for a moment, even Carmen pauses her typing as we throw one another looks. All human now as we stand in this small open doorway and narrow hall and the witch who has been pensive breaks the silence.
/"From a magical perspective. The air is strange, and it does seem that living energy is faint and few. If he's here, he doesn't have many men left with him and he's certainly not down here./" It's almost like she's agreeing with Sierra and Radar seems to hesitate. His aura getting bristly because he doesn't like being questioned.
