Horus
to glow.
"No!" Carter shouts. He advances, but Set is just as good at magical shoving as me. He points at Carter and he slams against the wall, pinned by an invisible forcefield.
"Carter!" Sadie cries. "She's Nephthys. She can take care of herself!"
"No." She has to be Nephthys. Yet, Carter is right: she can't be. The more I think about it, the more it seems wrong. Aunt wouldn't hide, we should be able to sense her power even inside a fire elementalist. There is no divine magic in Zia.
Set will crush her unless I help.
Probably. If Set is trying to distract us, it's working. As he stalks toward Zia, Carter struggles against his magic. He tries to reach out, combine his power with mine, but fear and panic are getting in the way. He won't be able to fight the Red Lord like that.
"You must yield to me!" I insist.
But he won't listen and we really don't have time for that right now. A splitting headache cuts through his scull as we wrestle for control.
Set takes