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It did not book good. We all stood outside the mansion beneath the protictive sheld as dozens of Destroyers and swarms of Azazel’s green fireflies circled the property. The fact that they were unable to see or hear through the Daughters’ spell was the only thing that helped me keep it together, and judging by the looks on the others’ faces, it was a collective thought. Continue the electrifying journey in A Passage of Threats.