I braced myself for the landing.
The swirling chaos of lights ended abruptly as the Halo’s light reappeared over the Basilica of St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral. I saw the church’s roof zoom in as the beam of light spat us into the ground. I landed on both my feet with my knees bending a little. The soles of my shoes connected with soft earth covered in grass. Before me, the Soul Dealers were crouched low to the ground, and as if by some miracle, Prince Landriel and Aeriella were standing upright beside them.
“Everybody alright?” asked Michael as he straightened up. He swept his fingers through his dark hair and turned around to look at us. “How about you there, Aeriella? Is Landriel okay?”
“Yeah, hunny,” replied Aeriella. “I think I’m still in one piece.”
“I am fine,” answered the Elven
