They used Tamara's magic to get to Iceland fast. The golden and silver light wrapped around them like a tunnel. When it faded, they stood on black volcanic rock. The silver on Tamara's skin had spread to her forehead. Only her eyes and the skin around her heart remained human.
Smith was already there.
The fifth seal floated above the volcano's mouth. It looked like a disk of pure moonlight, spinning slowly. Below it, lava bubbled and hissed. The whole mountain shook every few seconds.
"Too late, brother!" Smith called from across the volcanic crater. His remaining twenty-five Purists surrounded him. "The seal is mine!"
But something was wrong. The seal pulsed with red light. Wires ran from it down into the volcano. Smith had rigged it somehow.
"It's a trap," Derek said, checking his w
