Chapter87. The Battle2

He was still grinning, but his eyes went to the pentagram I stood in. I looked down to where my blood mixed in with it, a pool in the middle that now connected all the lines. My head snapped to him as he chuckled darkly. “Just a little of your blood, that was all I needed.” He grinned. “And the final sacrifice of course.” He beamed before he buried the sacrificial dagger into the stomach of my brother. “No!” I screamed, and my shadows burst out of me, going for the dagger. I barely had a thought before my shadows threw the dagger across the room. I ran for my brother, falling to the ground with him as he looked up at me. “He’s gone,” my brother whispered, blood coating his white lips. I held my hand over his stomach that was pumping blood out of the wound. I tried to stop it, but there was too much. Tears fell from my eyes as I held him. “Just hold on. I’ll help you,” I begged, but he shook his head, his eyelids drooping, his skin growing cold. “You can’t. You have to stop him. He need