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“Drop of his blood landed on your forehead. Counts!”
London mumbles something I can't hear and keeps moving.
I grin, facing forward and when I do, my brows snap together. “They’re running!”
“Go,” Mother shouts. “I can handle these ... things.”
I hesitate, as do my brothers, this is our Queen. Our mother.
Vicente understands, bowing his head. “I will protect the Queen. We will find you.”
We take off, watching as their portal begins to close, but London opens her mouth, and the demonic smoke shoots out like a fucking cannon, straight into the small opening and someone screams, loud and bellowing.
“Gotcha,” London mutters to herself.
We reach the portal, and Silver closes his eyes. Slowly, the portal opens, just big enough for us to climb through. We come out on the bridge of Rathe, just as flames engulf it from one side to the next.
Haide blows and it scatters, but the moment she stops, it returns.
Through the flames, I spot Agro tugging Odin along, Magdalena just ahead of them.
“Fight us, you cowards!”
The smell of burning flesh surrounds us but London drops, pressing her hand into the cobblestone. Slowly the flames turn to icicles and when she leans forward, sliding her tongue along one, it melts like lava.
“I'd fuck you,” Haide nods, her head snapping forward. “They’re getting away.”
She takes off, and with a scoffed chuckle Legend follows, the rest of us right behind.
Sinner throws a wall up in front of them, and Magdalena turns it to ash.
She sends power forces at us, but we block, throwing them back at her.
Agro calls to the thunder and London turns the thick clouds to rain clouds, and he yells into the skies.
They spin, taking off, Odin tripping at Agro’s side, but just as they reach the doors of the Ministry building, Vicente, his men, and our mother appear.
They step forward.
The Ministry members freeze, spinning.
We step forward, and then the clouds clear, the red of the skies dulling to a sparse pink. Doors open and close, footsteps beat against the pavement as the whispers and screams of the people of Rathe reach us.
“Our Lords!”
“It's the Lords!”
“The future King lives!”
“Our Queen has risen!”
“We’ll fight with you, my Lord!”
Pride and warmth burst in my fucking chest and we look around as the Stygian, as our fucking people rage, running right for the still open portal angry Argents are charging through.
They meet in the middle in loud booms and harsh cracks as Dark and Light magic collide.
A small hand slips into mine and I look to London, the black of her eyes having cleared, the icy-blue brimmed with tears as she looks at the sight behind us. “Those are our people.”
