Bianca surveyed the spirits in front of her, her throat burning after speaking the ancient language. They rose at her command. As if on instincts, she felt powered.
"Pripremite se!" Her voice boomed. "Vas neprijatelj je vase izmenjeno ja!"
Watching his daughter with pride and awe, Daryn translated it for the others while she spoke the language. "Prepare yourself. Your enemy is your altered self."
The spirits howled in unison. A man stepped in front of them. "Bianca," he said with a proud smile.
She recognized him immediately. "Grandfather!" She exclaimed.
