Others, 48
Well, this sucked.
Ariel had examined the evidence, looked through all the spell circles and all the glyphs and every nook, cranny and other small thing in the tunnels under Three Hills, and she’d come to the conclusion that, without putting too technical a point on the issue, it sucked.
“And that, dear reader, is putting it mildly,” Ariel said, drawing a circle on the floor. It was made mostly from triangles and light. Summoning circles had gone out of fashion sometime around the last major dust-up at Har Megiddo, but angels had never been the most with the times. Some of them were still gloating that they’d been right about cell phones not sticking around as a thing.