White wings

At his command, Cheyne ran into the middle of the ruins of the main house. She closed her eyes and stretched out her arms to the sides. A magical circle appeared below her, turning a deep red. Mumbling softly, the black-haired woman rose a few centimeters from the floor and seemed to be floating. The magic circle broke into many pieces, but this was not a mistake in the conjuring, it was intent. Instead of a circle, the individual parts formed anew, forming new circles everywhere over the ruins. These trembled for a moment and their surfaces made waves. When these slowly subsided, there was a small bump in the center of the circles. It slowly grew and it looked like something was trying to come through the surfaces. Only a few seconds later, bony, transparent hands broke the surfaces of the small circles, reaching between the ruins and corpses. Some were unrecognizable, others were missing limbs, clothing, or their skin was torn from falling rocks. Instead of putting the bodies in a