"Micheal, are you waiting for me to die one more time, or have you taken some kind of bribe from these spirits to get me killed?" Mercy snapped, glaring at Micheal, who stood with his eyes closed, trying hard to remember something.
"I'm sorry, Mercy, but I can't focus, and because of that, I can't recall all the spells from this spell book. Though… there is one way. If we merge your blades with my 'The Fury of Aetheria' spell, then the blades themselves will annihilate all these spirits," Micheal said in a grave tone.
"So you'll begin that spell after I die?" Mercy said irritably.
"This spell doesn't cast so easily, Mercy. It requires a high level of channeling and a complex chant that merges the caster's will with the weapon's core." Micheal quickly stood up as he spoke.
"Will you speak clearly and tell me what you actually mean?" Mercy said, pushing away a spirit's hand.
