I thought of the spell I’d used to trap Alpha Chandler. Roots were strong, like a bridge. I whispered the spell to myself.
The ground trembled.
The Norwind survivors started to panic, crying out in fear and backing away from the cliff.
I held my arms out, willing roots to grow.
They shot out of the ground under my feet and spread across the giant crevasse. When they connected with the other side, the roots buried themselves in the ground and stuck firmly.
The rumbling stopped and I panted. Leaning forward, I clutched my sides. My hands and legs trembled.
Charles had warned me not to use magic but I wasn’t going to let the Norwind survivors down!
“Oh my…” Lilian gasped, stepping up to the cliff.
“Mila, did you do that?” Enzo asked.
I nodded, righting myself when I caught my breath. “It isn’t as strong as a bridge, but if one person can get across, we’ve got plenty of rope to make a bridge with, along with the roots.”