The black hands rushed toward them.
Lucien swung the Blade of Dawn.
A wave of golden fire exploded outward, destroying dozens of them.
But more appeared.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
They crawled from every direction, reaching for the three Lights.
"There's too many!" Lyra cried.
Seraphina grabbed her hand.
"Don't let go."
"I'm trying!"
The darkness pulled harder.
Lucien planted his feet.
"Stay behind me!"
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