Russell nodded. “She’s very . . . determined.”
Rajiv arched a brow. “You mean stubborn? Anyway, I appreciate you keeping her safe. Rinzen and Tenzen are still in the forest hunting for you. If I call them, will you teleport them back? They’re excellent warriors, so I need them here.”
“I can do that.”
“Thank you.” Rajiv glanced at the open palace door and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Jia might insist on being here for the battle, but I don’t want her in danger. Do you have a safe place you can take her?”
Russell nodded. “I can—”
A bright flash in the sky interrupted them.
“What the—” Russell lifted a hand to shade his eyes from the glare.
A glowing ball of light was falling from the sky and seemed headed straight for the courtyard. The people there dashed to the edge, watching and shouting with great excitement.
“Jia!” Rajiv yelled. “Come see this!”
Jia, Neona, and Winifred emerged from the palace and gaped at the sky.
“I’ve seen this before.” With a grin, Jia clasped her hands together. “When Dou Gal’s wife was captured. They helped us rescue her.”
“They?” Russell asked.
Rajiv nodded, smiling. “They can help us.”
“Who are they?” Neona and Winifred both asked.
As Russell watched, the bright light suddenly split into seven balls of fire that shot down to the courtyard, then hovered just inches above the pavement. Each fireball assumed the shape of a man, holding a sword extended to the sky. Six of the fiery men were in a line, while one stood in front. With a whoosh, the fires extinguished, receding up the men’s bodies till only their swords were left ablaze.
Russell shook his head, hardly believing his eyes. In the courtyard below, there was hushed talk about angels. Some of the villagers fell to their knees and bowed.
The men in question wore pants and sleeveless tunics of royal blue. Their upper arms and wrists were banded in cuffs of gold. Their chests were covered with golden armor, and their heads were crowned with slender gold circlets.
What the hell? Russell raked a hand through his hair. “Who are these guys? Do they always make such a grand entrance?”
Jia nodded. “When they want your attention, they do.”
In unison, the seven men turned their swords of fire, pointing them down to the ground. They lowered their arms, and when the tips of the blades hit the pavement, the fires extinguished.
“I must greet them.” Rajiv ran down the stairs.
Russell and Jia followed him, then Angus joined them.
The six men in line sheathed their swords while the man in front spoke. “Greetings, dear souls. I am Briathos, commander of the Epsilons, fifth unit of God Warriors.”
“I bid you welcome.” Rajiv bowed.
“We’re glad to see you again,” Angus added. “Ye’ve been a great help to us in the past.”
“What exactly did they do?” Russell whispered to Jia.
“They sent Darafer back to hell,” she whispered back.
Russell snorted. “Too bad they didn’t keep him there.”
Briathos turned his head toward Russell and gave him a curious look.
Russell raised a hand in greeting. “Hey, guys. I’m guessing you know where Han is. Tell me, and I’ll get rid of him. Then you can banish Darafer again, and we’ll be done with all the bad guys within an hour. Tiger Town will be saved, and you can go back to heaven to . . . play your harps. Everybody will be happy. What do you say?”
Briathos continued to study him, while the Epsilons behind him exchanged looks.
“Russell,” Rajiv whispered. “You don’t talk to angels like that.”
Russell scoffed. “I’m still trying to believe they’re real.” The more he looked at the so-called angels, the more detailed they appeared, but there was something off about them. They seemed to shimmer in and out of focus, as if they weren’t quite there.
Briathos turned to Angus. “Approximately two hours ago, there was a rupture in your Earth time. As always, these phenomena must be investigated. We have come to report our findings. The demon Darafer stopped time and killed a great number of birds in order to frighten the dragon shifter, Xiao Fang. We will continue to monitor Darafer’s actions. That is all.” He bowed his head. “We bid you good evening.”
“What?” Russell stepped forward. “That’s it? Aren’t you going to do something?”
Briathos arched a brow.
“Why are you carrying around those awesome weapons if you’re not going to use them?”
Briathos sighed. “There is always one like this. You remind me of Dougal Kincaid.”
“I’m Russell.”
“Yes, I know. Allow me to explain—”
“You know me?”
“Yes. In His infinite wisdom, the Heavenly Father has bestowed the gift of free will upon His children. Because of that decree, we are not allowed to interfere in the course of human events—”
“Well, I can believe that!” Russell interrupted. “ ’Cause a lot of crap has happened to me over the years, and where the hell were you?”
Briathos frowned. “We cannot interfere unless someone’s free will has been violated to the point they are forced into evil.”
“My free will was violated when Han put me into a coma for thirty-nine years. My free will was violated when I became a vampire!”