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Micah scrambled to his feet, a big smile on his face. His gaze met mine, pride and realization shone on his handsome features, and I smiled.
The scepter was more beautiful than I remembered. A long, round staff, topped by an orb shining with a black light, all made of crystal. It probably weighed a ton, but Micah held it as if it didn’t weigh more than a rose.
He tightened his grip around the scepter. “Nothing is happening.”
Hmm. Something nagged in my mind. The scepter was round and somewhat thin … the first room. The altar and the holes on it.
“You have to take it to that first room we came through,” I said. “I think you and Victor have to take the scepters there.”
“Are you sure?” Izaera asked.
I put my hands on my hips. “Why does everyone keep asking me that? No, I’m not sure.
