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Trav’s words still ring in my ears. Brothers! Inferno! Raise the angels!
What happens next only takes a few seconds, but it unfolds much more slowly. It’s that ice cream falling off the table situation again, only where there was once ice cream, now insert evil molten angelic army.
Moving in unison, all the brothers stomp on their canopic jars.
I gasp. Stomping. What the WHAT?
Trav said he figured out how the gauntlets could raise all of the Brimstone Legion at once. But he also said that he and his brothers spent months draining Walker of healing magic. All that power from Walker is now jammed into those canopic jars. I can’t image how smashing them is a good thing.
Threads of blue power hover above the crushed remnants of the canopic jars. The thin cords twinkle with azure light
