Hell getting into Antrum? Not on my watch.
Aldred speaks again. “In.”
The crimson pool in the stage floor grows larger. More hands, claws, and wings press up through the bubbling red sludge. I recognize a long face with a blade-like nose.
Oh, crap. That’s Armageddon. I roll my eyes. Of course, he comes for me right away.
And there’s only one word left to go.
Finally, Lincoln and I reach the stage. Lincoln ignites his baculum into a long sword while I leap into the air. I make a firm landing on Lady Daria’s chest while choking her with my tail. I’m tempted to give myself a high five because that’s a tricky move in any situation, let alone while wearing your wedding dress and high heels.
Lincoln stalks forward with his baculum sword blazing white fire. “Take back the incantation and we
