Raven ignored them.
He pointed at the leech.
The magic circles focused. Black chains shot from the air. They wrapped around the leech. They bound it. The monster thrashed. It screamed—a wet, gurgling sound. The chains tightened. They pulled the leech toward Raven. They dragged it across the battlefield, crushing undead beneath its bulk.
The leech was twenty feet in front of him.
Raven walked toward it.
The two sisters watched from behind.
Vess was on her knees. Her sword was in her hand. Her eyes were wide. She was seeing his power for the first time. The power of the man who had fucked her. Who had marked her. Who had destroyed her. It was overwhelming. It was absolute. It was godlike.
Lena was trembling. Her hands were pressed against her stomach. She could feel the seed inside her. She could feel the pain in her ass. And she could feel the magic—the sheer, crushing weight of it—pressing down on the battlefield.
Raven reached the leech.
He placed his hand on its skull.
