1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty: Betrayal of the Father


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    Unless I can move about even faster than Lois. An idea popped into her head. “Phillipa, is there any chalk in your possession?” Christy asked. “Of course,” she nodded, narrowing her slanted eyes. “Why?” Christy summoned Shadowedge, the staff she retrieved from Burke's dead minion. It coalesced out of shadows into her hand. “I'm going to make the circle. Get ready to power it.” Space folded around her and then she appeared in Britney and Phillipa's room. She dug around in Phillipa's pocket and pulled out a piece of white chalk. She visualized the bedroom, picturing the seven points she would need to mark to make a circle. She took a deep breath. “I hope this works.” She knelt, ready to make the mark, and folded space. Everything went black, her body twisted inside out. She appeared, quickly scratching the first mark on the ground. She was behind the homunculi. They hadn't seen her yet. She made the X, visualized the next point, and warped... ...into Lois's path. The concubine crashed into Christy's back, knocking the witch face forward. Both women cried out as they tumbled to the ground. Lois was on her feet in a heart beat as Christy scrambled to grab the piece of chalk that had fell from her hands, tumbling across the room. Christy swallowed. The chalk came to a rest against the foot of a homunculi. <p style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fire rushed at Kyle as he charged the blackened Ifrit. Raw, red cracks covered the Ifrit's skin, glowing bright ...
    before he sent the wave of fire at Kyle. Branding Earthbones, Kyle reached out to the sapphire floor, commanding it to rise up before him and form a wall. The sapphire refused his commands. His thoughts seemed to bounce off the stone, reflecting back at him. Fuck. Sapphire blocks every form of mental communication. Zaritha flashed in front of him, her own fire exploding forward, slamming into Aljihm’s attack. Both fires boiled together, but Zaritha's seemed to shield Kyle's from the heat. The table crackled, fire consuming the wood. “You should never have betrayed Rashid,” growled Aljihm. “He is most distraught with you.” “Good!” hissed Zaritha, her flames burning hotter. “His reward for all my years of loyal service was death.” Aljihm let out a mad laugh. “And I shall deliver that reward to you.” “Britney, can you use your water to douse his flames.” “There is no water in this room,” she hissed back. “We need to get the door open and retreat to open space.” Smoke billowed from the burning table and cushions, boiling across the top of the room. Kyle coughed, his eyes stinging as he moved to the door. It was solid sapphire. He pushed on it. The door gave an inch before it resisted. “It's barred from the other side.” “Use your sword. Sapphire is stone. Rip the door apart.” “I can't!” he growled. Britney ducked down, feeling around the bottom of the door. “This room is air tight, Kyle.” “And?” “And those fires are consuming all the oxygen in here.” “Fuck,” Kyle groaned. Fire clashed ...
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