Trance looked at the empty space. He watched as the spirits of the dead entered the after life he was stuck in. He tried to communicate with them. His efforts where meet with results he did not like. Neira had casted her spell. She did a good job with it too.
Then he the last voice he expect thundered through the land of the dead. Uncle do not… no… His uncle was among the living looking for one, and his uncle was not as nice a man as his mother. How could she let him? A worried mother refuses no one.
Vuridan, I hope you find a way to release me before he comes back. Next time he may become physical. He said out loud for a moment to no one, then he looked at another dead soul that was waiting to be resurrected, finishing his thought in his head, if that happens, Maker help us all.
