They all saw the expression on Selene's and Esther's faces.
It was not just fear, at least not in the simple, common sense. It was something worse. A quiet growing dread. That was the look of those witches who had brushed against Magic too old to name and too wrong to speak of.
Annette didn't share the same feeling because she is learning healing and protection Magic only from the church. And the church doesn't teach that kind of foul Magic.
Everyone stiffened. Mark's knuckles went white on his sword hilt. Hund lowered his sword only an inch before gripping it tighter. Kaela had narrowed her eyes and said nothing, choosing silence over false comfort.
No words needed to be said. The weight in the air had spoken enough.
"…Alright," Jan said simply, but deep within, his heart drummed like warbeats against his ribs. "Let's move again."
They pressed deeper into the temple.
