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The Fallen LeFay
“Furvapos!” Emilia heard three voices shout before a cloud of smoke erupted around them, throwing them into darkness.
“Run!” Jacob screamed, pulling on her hand.
She followed. There were cracks in the ground. She felt herself leaping over them, but the ground, even her feet, seemed strangely far away. Like she was watching a movie of someone else's life. Another girl with black hair had seen all those people turn to dust.
A burst of silver light flew past her left shoulder.
“Watch out!” Jacob shouted. He glanced back to make sure she hadn’t been hurt. His eyes were filled with terror.
This must be real. She, Emilia, must really be running from her father. The murderer. The mass murderer. Jacob would never look at anyone else like that.
“Ignisphera!” A fiery, spa
