Whispers from the Grave

Previously

…As the words left her lips, the symbols on the altar flared, bathing the chamber in an unearthly glow. The air crackled with energy, and a low hum, like the deep thrum of a forgotten heart, resonated through the stone. The spectral sorcerer’s grip tightened on her hand, his form solidifying even further, a triumphant, possessive smile gracing his lips. Thea felt a surge of power, raw and exhilarating, flood through her veins. The choice was made. The crossroads had been crossed. And the path ahead, shrouded in darkness and magic, was now irrevocably theirs.