A mere instant after the windows shatter, the air briefly thickens, ripples, and absorbs the shards of glass as if they were never there. The ripple of thickness passes through the people within the building to press up against the inside of all the walls.
"I hate to quote The Lord of the Rings at you," Alina says, stepping out of the air's thickness to face Selene. "But never the less, you shall not pass. Turn away, rich-tressed Selene, or be turned away."
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