Helen's POV
Feeling the magical energy swirl about us, I carefully repeated the spell's lines after Elden as the chilly wind blew through the old library. I remained concentrated despite the flickering shadows on the walls. The spell was strong, perhaps overwhelming.
"Helen, you're doing fine," Elden stated in a soothing, quiet voice. "But keep in mind that control is crucial."
I nodded while maintaining my concentration. Strong and intense, like a torrent attempting to overflow its banks, I could feel the enchantment surging through me. I remained grounded because of Elden's soothing voice.
However, I heard a rustle behind me as I approached the most delicate phase of the spell. My heart pounding, I turned to see two shadowy men sneaking through the gaping entrance.
"Who is present?" My voice was shaky but furious as I called.
As the figures advanced, Leoric's spies two of his devoted supporters—came into view. They were both dressed in dark clothes and covered in shadow.
