The men stood up, their eyes reflecting the holy fire, ready to defend their home.
He had established the anchor. The humans had their weapon, and the light would hold as long as their hearts remained true.
Alias gathered his power, his mind immediately racing back toward the west, toward the desert. He needed to be beside the mortal he loved. There was no telling when the demons would appear there as well since they were Norx's target.
Suddenly, he felt a distortion with reality. No, not just a distortion but a kind of descent. Norx had left the heavens and was somewhere on the earth.
He prepared to drop back through the layout of the world to return to the oasis immediately.
Chime.
The soft ring of a bell rang through Alias's mind, instantly shattering his focus.
The liquid-gold bell in Theo's hand had been rung. The vibration was short, frantic, and loaded with a sudden, overwhelming terror.
Alias's lungs locked up, a cold, heavy spike of adrenaline hitting his heart.
