“globus lucis”

A glaring ball of light shot past you and destroyed the shadow monsters in front of you. Vitron, your childhood friend and the head warlock of his family, swaggered down the wooden path to arrive at your side.

“I told you I’d always be there.”

He smirked as he took your hand and placed a kiss on it.

“Humans and their sickening displays of affection.”

Barnabus, Vitron’s familiar, spoke with disgust. His feline nose in the air from his perch on Vitron’s shoulder.