Literature
Magnus the Magnificent
Magnus slumped in the front seat of the floating pick-up truck, trying his best to breathe evenly. He couldnt recall a single time, not in all his eight hundred and four years of life, that he had used this much magic.
The spell on the aqua-truck had been draining, but not exhausting. The ships wards, meanwhile, had been far more taxing. He had laboriously stripped them down layer by layer, and then had the gruelling task of actually keeping them down while keeping the truck afloat and maintaining various wards of his own.
It was highly discomforting knowing that the lives of every Nephilim on Valentines ship dep