Percy put the books down once he was done reading and stared into empty space for a moment. The attic had grown quiet as Thalos watched for any sign of the spirit. The traces of destruction after the first fight with the spirit were left in the walls and floor.
"We could just run though?" Percy said suddenly. "Ditch the Ramlos parents and their battalion of kids and get going on our journey."
"I don't know," Thalos replied. "This is kind of the only place we have to sleep tonight, and I'd really like to sleep."
Percy groaned noisily and scrambled to his feet, adjusting his clothes irritatedly. His mind whirred as he looked for a solution.
"Killing that thing won't be very easy. The Baskers were trying to summon a Rank 5 spirit, but only managed to draw a portion of its power."
Thalos raised an eyebrow. He had never even heard about a Rank 5 spirit in his travels. What was a family of farmers summoning such a thing for?
