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Ethan recoiled as if someone had punched him in the face. He clutched his head the same way Alana was, like someone had turned the inside of his skull into a drum. They both fell to the ground and it took a few seconds for Alana's splitting headache to subside enough for rational thought.

She looked around to get her bearings.

The alley was deserted except for Ethan, Rachel, herself and Beth's body. Rachel stood frozen like a statue exactly where she had been when Beth...

She shook her head, but that just caused the splitting headache to return. She waited a moment, and struggled to stand, both her hands and knees slipping several times in the wet cobblestone pavement. She got unsteadily on her feet, head still pounding from the echoing voice and being hit by the dragon's tail.

The world had just stopped spinning when at least a dozen men – Arcanum guards by the uniforms – ran into the alley from both ends. They all had swords drawn and the moment they saw the dragon, they closed rank