When Gabriel and his friends fought Malachai and his followers, the old temple reverberated with the sound of gunfire and magic crackling. The ritual was almost over, the relic on the altar gleaming menacingly as the hall trembled with anxiety.
Speaking over the mayhem, Gabriel's voice was determined. Off us, please! Nearly there we are!"
Never taking his eyes off of Malachai, Ethan blocked a strike from one of his soldiers. Gabriel, get going! We have to let them go for a while.
Lydia poured her power into the relic, her hands shaking with the strain, her focus waning. "I try," I say.
Ava fought with restrained rage, her voice piercing the noise of combat. "This has to be finished. Presently!"
Malachai laughed loudly across the room, outside the circle of light encircling the altar.
