The imps moved in unison. They leapt forward, knives in hand. Wide grins. Glowing eyes. Straight at the group.
"Watch out!" Dorian managed to shout.
But Moon had already stepped ahead. She raised both hands. The air around her began to move—then exploded.
A gust of wind shot up the stairs, sweeping the imps mid-jump. Their small bodies slammed against the walls, against the steps, bouncing off one another.
"Get lost!" Moon shouted, puffing her cheeks.
Abby didn't hesitate. She raised both hands. Her index fingers glowed—and fired.
Fireballs shot out like projectiles, traveling up and down the staircase, striking the imps as they tried to get back up.
Short explosions. Screams. Chaos.
But in the middle of it all, Lamia was already moving. She spun on her heel—and vanished up the stairs.
Max clicked his tongue.
"Shit."
He watched her go. No time. He turned slightly.
"Neros!"
The demon looked at him.
"Please, throw me to the top of the stairs—over that group of imps."
