Atticus looked around, seeing that the dozens upon dozens of townsfolk were collapsed on the ground, affected by a sleep spell.
"That is quite the impressive Sorcery." He said as he looked at Michael, "Darklight Sect Sorcerers always amaze me."
Michael pointed at Brodin, the tip of his finger glowing brightly, "Yea, well, watch this." He said
Suddenly, the spectral chains shattered, freeing Brodin. The old man immediately rolled away and summoned a pistol and aimed it at Atticus, pulling the trigger and firing off a few rounds.
Atticus was able to dodge the bullets, just barely, as one of them grazed his cheek, "Oh!" He said as Brodin glared at him, "Quite raring to go, huh?"
"You're going to be stopped, Atticus." Brodin said, "Right now."
"No, I don't think so." Atticus said
"The ritual will be moot." Brodin said, "I won't be fed the blood so easily now."
