Bab 953: In Need Of Blood

Aboard the aircraft, Killian's body had crashed back onto the cold, metallic ground, as his eyes were still in the back of his head, passed out from pain.

David was sweating profusely, but he could finally relax from his life's most challenging two minutes.

With the ritual seemingly done and Alex's mana returned to himself, David breathed in relief. Holding back Alexander's mana pressure had not been easy.

David could tell the ritual had succeeded at a glance, as the soul snare was gone. And he could even see that Killian's soul seemed otherwise intact.

This was a fortunate development, given the vicious nature of soul-snaring spells. But something still felt wrong.

He looked at Alex, whose eyes were still closed, and could feel a tether of mana leaving from him, and going back toward the ground, in the direction of where they had just left.

'Is he astral projecting?' David wondered.