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Alec was in front of his soldiers when he lost Diana in the haze of green-blue light and smoke. A few seconds later, an unnatural fog rolled in around him up to the waist. It washed over the men concealed behind the wall, obscuring his sight and muffling his hearing. A flurry of spells and curses followed the fog. Streaks of light and glowing balls fell like a rain of arrows all around him.
Batting one of the red balls of light away from the head of a crouched soldier, he yelled, “Don’t let them hit you!” but his voice didn’t carry farther than few feet.
Shit. He had to get to the witches. Springing forward, he plunged into the ever-thickening haze. Behind him, fire devils sprang up, neutralizing spells before they could hit him and his men. A whirling mass of fire danced in front of
