The brisk New England wind blew through their hair as they drove past the beautiful coastline. Kelda and Abina couldn’t stop staring at the ocean, and Logan couldn’t blame them. They were from the dark realm, and he didn’t imagine that they had a lot of water there. Rafe puffed his joint and took a break every few minutes to sing along with the upbeat song coming through their speakers. Even after buying Shadow, their pockets were full of riches that Logan could only have dreamt of before. There was only one thing that stood between the four of them and a lifetime of happiness: Azar. “How close do you estimate we are, Darkspawn GPS?” Logan asked Rafe jokingly as he turned down the music blaring through the Jeep’s nice sounding stereo system. He shrugged. “I dunno. Ley Line cartography isn’t really an exact science. I just know that we have to go to this little town on the coast of Maine. We’re only about thirty minutes away, but from there it’s anybody’

“None taken. There’s just something that’s so satisfying and surreal about being out there in the middle of the night, alone with nothing but yourself and the surrounding spirits. I totally get it. Here.” Thomas pulled out a pen and scribbled down the GPS coordinates onto a napkin. “Use them wisely, fellow legend trippers.”. Logan nodded at Thomas as he shook his hand again. “Thank you, Thomas.” The man smiled at the girls before he turned and walked back to his table. “He loves your purple contacts,” Logan informed the elves before motioning for them to follow him as he tossed down a few hundred on the table. “We need to find Rafe and get out of here. If that guy is right about the coordinates, then we may have found our Chapel!” Abina questioned, “But I thought he said it was just a giant field in the middle of nowhere?” “Exactly,” Logan explained as they followed the hoof prints in the sand along the beach. “Think about it. A wide-open field in

The entire archival room was illuminated by the roaring green flames that erupted from Logan’s hands. Each fireball expanded, traversing down his arms as his entire body became engulfed in emerald embers. A sensation of weightlessness overcame him once again, and he ascended into the air as if controlled by unseen strings, resembling a marionette. As Logan’s eyes opened, an unparalleled sense of power surged through him. He tightly closed his fists, causing the entire wall of books to vanish with a puff of smoke. Focusing his energy on himself, he could feel his spirit traversing through space and time. Finally, he materialized in the main area of the chapel, appearing above the enormous heap of books he had just transported. With a release of the spell, he descended from the mountain of books, landing safely on the ground. Rafe chuckled as he leaped up from his makeshift desk at one of the pews. “That’s one way to make an entrance.” “I got lonely,” Logan

“We’ve been over this, Raph,” he spat. “According to the Light-Dark Accords of 1344, a warrant obtained from a mortal by a dark elve or other beings is valid. It’s no different than if he had invited me inside.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Azar.” The Light elve shook his head. “The Light realm-Dark realm Bilateral Amendments of 1561 clearly states that a warrant taken from a mortal via threat of violence constitutes extortion of the soul and is therefore non-binding!” “There was no threat of violence, was there, Beth?” the dark elve tried to argue. “You literally ripped the man in half and fed him to your demon horde.” Raph crossed his arms, not convinced. “Listen here, light man.” Azar pointed his clawed finger at the dark-haired man. “This mortal stole from me and then murdered my men. If that wasn’t bad enough, he had to go and make it personal. I’m going into this church, warrant or not!” “Bro,” Rafe whispered to Logan. “This is just like th

“I assumed you had a death wish when they told me you’d defeated Voidmoth,” Azar chuckled. “But I didn’t realize that you were this much of a masochist. I am the Master of Witchcraft and the Father of Warfare, and you are nothing more than another mortal who will soon be crushed under my foot!” Logan sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, you Diablo fuck,” he retorted. “Voidmoth and Gallu said the exact same thing to me, and look where they are now.” The elve, Azar, let out a laugh, his eyes glowing a menacing red. “You amuse me, mortal,” he taunted. “It’s a shame that you’ll be nothing more than ashes in a few moments.” Without wasting any time, Logan conjured a ball of magicfire and hurled it directly at Azar’s face. The attack made contact with his left shoulder but failed to inflict any damage whatsoever. Amused, the demon clicked his tongue. He summoned his own massive fiery projectile and launched it toward Logan. Ju