Wiccan's Wicked Spell Book Of — Shadows!

But the book slammed shut with a sound like a thunderclap. The rift vanished. Billy fell back, gasping, as the indigo glow faded into the floorboards. On the cover of the Book of Shadows, a new symbol had burned itself into the leather: a silver lightning bolt entwined with a blue vine.

Billy’s eyes sparked with blue electricity. He didn't flinch. He grabbed his twin-headed staff, the brass glowing white-hot. He began the incantation—the rhythmic, repetitive chanting that was his trademark. "IwanttofindhimIwanttofindhimIwanttofindhim..." WICCAN'S Wicked Spell Book of Shadows!

He realized then that the book wasn't just a tool for spells. It was a diary of his destiny, and it had just told him that his brother wasn't just lost—he was being hunted. But the book slammed shut with a sound like a thunderclap

The spell didn't just show a location; it tore a hole in the fabric of the library. Through the rift, Billy saw a blur of silver—a streak of motion in a dystopian city he didn't recognize. "Tommy," he breathed. On the cover of the Book of Shadows,