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turn, but hesitated as he made eye contact one last time with Monson.
He mouthed the words, “Stay safe Grey. Stay safe and find her.”
Grayson urged Legon forward and flew off, ready to face the onslaught of flying creatures.
Monson, Casey and Artorius attempted to find their bearings as the sounds of clashing swords and howling creatures flooded their senses. The crashes and clattering briefly held them spellbound as they looked out upon the scene.
“We need to get moving.” Artorius said. “We need to get to Cyann.”
“How are we going to do that?” asked Casey in a loud voice that was nevertheless barely audible above the clamor below. “How are we going to get into this building from here?”
Monson took a deep breath. “Leave that to me.”
Casey and Artorius exchanged meaningful looks. “What does that mean, Grey?”
“It means that whoever took Cyann is going to be in for a very rude awakening. You guys are going to want to stand back.”
Casey and Artorius again exchanged looks before taking several large steps away and staring as Monson started to call upon his magic.
“Combat Spell Eighty: Flame Funnels!”
Thin blue torches of fire shot from his palm and instantly started to melt the rock, brick and metal around them. Satisfied, Monson started to spin in a circle, rotating several times before flicking his wrist to disperse the spell. He jumped from the spot right as it caved in, leaving a perfect molten-edged hole where he had been standing.
Casey and Artorius walked right up to the hole, grinning. Casey bent down to feel the warmth of the melted rock. “Flame funnels, huh? Going to have to remember that one.”
Monson was back on his feet. “Come on—we have to get going.”
He dropped down into the hole with Casey and Artorius right behind him. They each rolled as they hit the ground and were quickly on their guard, ready for an attack that thankfully did not come.
The surrounding area was quite eerie, a great deal quieter than it should have been considering the raging battle just outside.
“Could this place have a spell on it?” Casey whispered. “Could Baroty have some reason to magic this place up?”
Monson shook his head. “Who knows? I hope not. I don’t want them to know we’re coming.”
“They aren’t waiting for you, anyway.”
The three boys jumped as a fuzzy, distorted voice sounded. They fanned out, searching for the source, but saw nothing except destroyed rock and crumbled white marble; they heard the voice a second time and paused.
The sound actually came from Casey, who seemed to grasp what was going on and quickly unzipped his silver jumpsuit. He revealed from an inner pocket a small, strange device, black and completely uniform, like a piece of obsidian. The device spoke with the same distorted voice.
“I’m not gonna lie, you guys looked really dumb just then.”
Monson was unable to stop himself; he looked around again, and once again saw nothing of consequence. Artorius placed a hand on his shoulder and pointed up. Monson’s eyes followed his finger to see a security camera pointing down at them.
Casey held the device up to his lips. “You’re hilarious, a true comedian. Did you contact us for a reason or are you just trying to annoy me?”
“Ooh, touchy,” responded the voice. “I contacted you because there are plenty of soldiers in the Battleground, but they aren’t sticking around to stop you from moving forward. I don’t know what they’re doing, but it must be something that’s draining a lot of power—all the electrical equipment is totally fried.”
Casey cocked the eyebrow. “Then how are you seeing us now?”
Monson actually heard the shrug in Kylie’s response. “Magic.”
“Do you have a location on Cyann?” asked Casey.
The answer came with some reluctance. “Yeah, and if you run you might be able to catch them. Last I saw, she was below you a couple of floors, moving towards the main field.”
“We’re
He mouthed the words, “Stay safe Grey. Stay safe and find her.”
Grayson urged Legon forward and flew off, ready to face the onslaught of flying creatures.
Monson, Casey and Artorius attempted to find their bearings as the sounds of clashing swords and howling creatures flooded their senses. The crashes and clattering briefly held them spellbound as they looked out upon the scene.
“We need to get moving.” Artorius said. “We need to get to Cyann.”
“How are we going to do that?” asked Casey in a loud voice that was nevertheless barely audible above the clamor below. “How are we going to get into this building from here?”
Monson took a deep breath. “Leave that to me.”
Casey and Artorius exchanged meaningful looks. “What does that mean, Grey?”
“It means that whoever took Cyann is going to be in for a very rude awakening. You guys are going to want to stand back.”
Casey and Artorius again exchanged looks before taking several large steps away and staring as Monson started to call upon his magic.
“Combat Spell Eighty: Flame Funnels!”
Thin blue torches of fire shot from his palm and instantly started to melt the rock, brick and metal around them. Satisfied, Monson started to spin in a circle, rotating several times before flicking his wrist to disperse the spell. He jumped from the spot right as it caved in, leaving a perfect molten-edged hole where he had been standing.
Casey and Artorius walked right up to the hole, grinning. Casey bent down to feel the warmth of the melted rock. “Flame funnels, huh? Going to have to remember that one.”
Monson was back on his feet. “Come on—we have to get going.”
He dropped down into the hole with Casey and Artorius right behind him. They each rolled as they hit the ground and were quickly on their guard, ready for an attack that thankfully did not come.
The surrounding area was quite eerie, a great deal quieter than it should have been considering the raging battle just outside.
“Could this place have a spell on it?” Casey whispered. “Could Baroty have some reason to magic this place up?”
Monson shook his head. “Who knows? I hope not. I don’t want them to know we’re coming.”
“They aren’t waiting for you, anyway.”
The three boys jumped as a fuzzy, distorted voice sounded. They fanned out, searching for the source, but saw nothing except destroyed rock and crumbled white marble; they heard the voice a second time and paused.
The sound actually came from Casey, who seemed to grasp what was going on and quickly unzipped his silver jumpsuit. He revealed from an inner pocket a small, strange device, black and completely uniform, like a piece of obsidian. The device spoke with the same distorted voice.
“I’m not gonna lie, you guys looked really dumb just then.”
Monson was unable to stop himself; he looked around again, and once again saw nothing of consequence. Artorius placed a hand on his shoulder and pointed up. Monson’s eyes followed his finger to see a security camera pointing down at them.
Casey held the device up to his lips. “You’re hilarious, a true comedian. Did you contact us for a reason or are you just trying to annoy me?”
“Ooh, touchy,” responded the voice. “I contacted you because there are plenty of soldiers in the Battleground, but they aren’t sticking around to stop you from moving forward. I don’t know what they’re doing, but it must be something that’s draining a lot of power—all the electrical equipment is totally fried.”
Casey cocked the eyebrow. “Then how are you seeing us now?”
Monson actually heard the shrug in Kylie’s response. “Magic.”
“Do you have a location on Cyann?” asked Casey.
The answer came with some reluctance. “Yeah, and if you run you might be able to catch them. Last I saw, she was below you a couple of floors, moving towards the main field.”
“We’re
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