The van was halfway back to the Keep when the headlights caught the roadblock.
Three vehicles, blacked out, engines idling. Figures stood between them—demons, low-rank but armed. Behind them, a woman in green robes. Not Morgana. Someone else. A witch. Her hands were already raised, energy crackling between her fingers.
The driver slammed the brakes.
Cora was on her feet before the van stopped moving. "Ambush."
Mason's gauntlets glowed. Sera grabbed her crossbow. Derek's ghosts swirled around him, agitated. Voss pushed past them all, her silver hand unwrapped, the glow bright and angry.
"They knew," she said. "Lillith warned them."
Lucian drew his blades. "How many?"
"Enough."
The witch gestured. The demons charged.
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