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Myla
Some people will tell you the best sight in the universe is the human’s Grand Canyon. Others are fans of the Incaenda, which is Antrum’s magma river. More chat up the Spires—that’s supposed to Heaven’s finest city.
Me? I’m a fan of watching my guy swoop around with fire wings while he punches the Contagion into dust.
Good times.
My guy lands. The moment his boots touch the wasteland, all the igni vanish. Lincoln is no longer the man with fiery wings.
He’s just mine.
Racing over, I check Lincoln’s shoulders and legs. “Are you all right?” I run my fingers across the body armor on his shoulder. Totally shredded.
Lincoln frowns. “It doesn’t hurt any more.”
“Well, your body armor looks like Swiss cheese, but the skin beneath is fully healed.” I lean in closer a closer look. “Th
