It pushed back against her touch.
Thalora came to stand beside her. She had already extended her own power. Her eyes grew distant as her magic took over
As expected, the presence reacted to the both of them just as aggressively.
They crossed the field together. The grass was damp underfoot and the air grew noticeably colder as they neared Marzen's grave.
Thalora studied it for a long moment. Then she pressed one hand flat against the stone.
There was a creaking groan then the sound of something splintering.
"Marzen," Thalora said quietly, as though confirming something she had already suspected. Then she glanced at her daughter. "His soul never crossed over to the land of the dead."
Circe frowned. "But why?"
