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Dante and I were testing all his other senses, to see if he could match what Celia had when it happened.
It was a soundless, lightless explosion. It felt like the sun went out and we both ducked, ready for a nuke to take us out.
When it didn’t and everything returned to normal after a moment, we both stood up.
“Did you feel that?” Dante whispered.
“I think Texas felt that,” I replied.
“What do we do?”
“Find it. See who it hurt. Kill it, if we can. Stop it, if we can’t.”
I ran for the center of the explosion, bracing myself for one more enemy to fight.