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As Lincoln and I descend the stairs for our mystery meeting with Obsidian, the moaning sounds return. Only now, they’re much louder. My heart pounds so hard, my pulse beats in my temples.
Who is hurting?
Are Lincoln and I next?
My thoughts race through battle and escape options. Lincoln is an expert tracker. No matter what bizarre route Jaime took to our destination, my guy will find a way out. Nope, the bigger question is this: what will we discover with Obsidian? I had enough trouble fighting a lava angel for the first time. Seraphim are master mages. Beyond that, I know zero about how they might act in battle.
At last, we reach a stout wooden door. It’s set into the stone wall and has a metal slider-handle. Basically, this is your classic dungeon set up. I check my baculum. Yup,
