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And then there was only silver dust swarming around me.
Chapter 20
A Blood Bath
Azar
A glass wall stood between five sorcerers and me.
I eyed them and snarled, letting them know that I planned to kill every last one of them. While I couldn't take out their master, Adae, I would end their disgusting lives this evening.
The sorcerers wore long crimson hooded robes that hid their faces. Gold markings outlined the hood and front of the robe. Each had on a necklace with a different colored stone dangling from the chains—green, blue, yellow, orange, and purple. And these stones were three inches large and flickered on and off in brightness.
They threw spheres of electric flames at the glass wall, doing their best to break it.
Get out of here, Fatou. You can't save me.
I glanced over my shoulder.
“No! Wait!” Stubborn, Fatou tried to break free from Zoe's hold.
Go, my love, before I coward out and run off with you.
“Azar!”
“I’d kiss you right now.” I grinned. “But you’d just bite my neck and try to take me along.”
Zoe's magic rose. Silver dust puffed out of his pores, sparkled, and swarmed around them, spinning and spinning.
“No!” Fatou waved her hands around and kicked her legs.
The dust began to swirl and then spiral. Their images blurred and wavered.
Knowing that I would never see her again, I screamed, “I love you, Fatou!”
Slowly, they disappeared into a cloud of silver dust.
Stupid demon. There goes the greatest love of your life.
I turned back to the glass wall.
Before it was only five, now I counted over twenty. The new ones wore black hooded robes with silver markings. They didn't have necklaces with stones. Instead, they held long gold staffs with shimmering spikes.
I gripped Soul-Breaker in my hand, readying myself for the battle.
The pale blade gleamed in the nursery's dim lighting coming through the windows. The carved runes on the blade glowed bright red.
The sorcerers slung more flaming spheres at the glass.
The sword sensed the great magic coming our way. Steam rose from the runes, filling the air with the stank of Sulphur.
This may be our last fight Soul-Breaker. Son. . .you served me well.
I squeezed the handle tighter. The enchanted metal warmed against my palm.
The glass wall shattered into tiny pieces. Jagged shards clinked and cracked as they landed.
My face twisted with rage. “Come on!”
