“SPELL” in italiano

Screeching, the creature kept its gaze on him, screaming what he thought were most likely obscenities, because they certainly weren’t a spell.

Rew crouched, his arms rising to cover his ears in the instant it took the spell to smash into him.

A wall of pure sonic energy flew from the spellcaster, and Rew dropped to his knees, stunned Alsayer could call upon such a potent spell after the devastation he’d already wrought.

Without steeling themselves against it, Alsayer’s spell could have crushed their internal organs, destroying critical parts of their anatomy on the inside, but they were breathing.

Rew waited for half a dozen heartbeats to make sure no slow-building spell was forming, and when still nothing happened, he stepped forward and plunged his longsword into the narjag’s chest, silencing it.

There was evidence of a violent spell in the immediate area, but they saw no signs of blood, narjag or human.

This is a spell I know, Ranger.

Eris had danced with her twice more after Azriel, and he’d had such intent in his eyes she knew she’d woven her spell around him well.

You are the most powerful spellcaster in Falvar, and I am sorry, lass, but I’ve never actually seen you cast a spell.

Not for the—you know,” she said, glancing to the two soldiers, who might very well still be aware of everything, even trapped within their heads, “but to break the spell upon them.

They only share certain spaces, and he needs to spell out the limits of that space, yet again.