It wasn’t a boom. Not even an ominous rumble. Just a shush of sand-on-sand, like the biggest hourglass ever, as light blazed from the earth like white fire.
Maria squinted against the brightness, trying to hold onto that feeling of walling-out-harm as the monster-makers swore and scattered. The lifeflutters were laughing, and… even from the bright ones, it wasn’t all nice laughter.
Today the monsters died, one winged spark sing-songed by her ear. Today more monsters die!
A ghostly hand batted that one away as she shuddered. “Leave my sister out of this.”
Maria glanced at that taller soul, almost invisible in the brightness. He’d sounded almost as much amused as angry….
“Won’t be much longer,” he grinned. “Just keep your head down. We’ve got this.”
“Oh yes, you have,” Yunan murmured, staring as if the light stood no chance of blinding him. “My. What manner of beasts did they spawn, to draw out this much of Amon’s fury?”
Maria blinked watering eyes, seeing the evil ones scatter with guns drawn. “They will be shot!”
She wasn’t sure, but it looked like Yunan was smiling.
Aladdin’s carpet rose out of the gaping earth, and Yunan had to blink. Not at the light; he could persuade the rukh to dampen that to tolerable levels, even if those efforts only toned it down to high noon in the desert brightness. At the… assembled collection of intriguing people gathered under Sinbad’s shield of lightning – and wasn’t that interesting, he’d never seen Baal act in a manner that focused on defense rather than outright attack-
Oh. And the Djinn Warrior aloft at the center of that blinding light, forcing death to fold in on itself and become life.
What is he doing?
Yunan listened to the rukh sing of stars and earth and determination, and breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully Baal was right, and Sinbad’s second life was much more sane than his first. But if not….
Alibaba stopped him once. He can stop him again.