Dorian raised both hands.
Green support magic began swirling around his fingers like tiny streams of light.
"I hope this doesn't end badly."
"It'll be fine," Max said.
Dorian looked at him.
"You always say that right before we do something dangerous."
"Because it always turns out fine."
Seraphine crossed her arms.
"Less talking."
The green light left the elf's hands and began flowing across the sleeping caveman's body.
The energy slid over his arms, chest, and face.
Little by little, the Awakening spell began to take effect.
Max watched the giant.
Even asleep, he looked terrifying.
"Seraphine."
"Yes?"
"Stay calm."
The mage raised an eyebrow.
"Stay calm?"
"I trust you."
Seraphine smiled.
A smile full of confidence.
"Relax."
She opened her grimoire slightly.
"I'm an expert."
Dorian muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "That's what worries me."
The caveman's eyelids began to twitch.
One hand tensed.
Then the other.
His fingers slowly curled.
