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Lincoln, Happy, and I race toward the main gate for the Black Wing Manor. Overhead, lava angels continue to fly in their intricate formations. All their paths end with a sword-and-s***h maneuver at the manor’s gate. The barrier now shakes so much, the ground beneath trembles as well. Long metallic creaks fill the air.
The angels fly in low so they can s***h at the gate. At the entrance archway, there’s about three feet of clearance between the steady barrage of flying warriors and the ground.
Not a lot of room for sneaking in.
Odd things creep into your mind at times like these. For some reason, I think of this old human horror movie, The Birds. In it, a whole mass of you-know-whats swarmed people when they stepped outside. The scene before me is like that, only replace lava angels
