By this time Chris had already slipped his wand back into his pocket. He'd looked into the face of pure evil and she did not have the look that so many of them had so perfectly honed. Honed so perfectly that they had succeeded in bringing chaos to the door steps of mere children and those just barely into adulthood.
"Hopefully we will be given enough to allow us to finish the task at home and return soon." Though he had no clue what he would return. Wouldn't it be nice if somehow solving the problem here in Enchantia created a rift back home that changed things for the better?