Elena's POV

One hour.

The phrases reverberated in my mind while Andrew and I hurried to get dressed. The instant we nearly experienced, fading into haste and anxiety.

"How many?" Andrew asked sharply slipping his shirt over his head.

"At minimum two hundred." Marcus's expression was somber. "Each one displays symbols. All equipped with arms that..." He paused. "That emit the magical light, as Elena's necklace."

My hand shot up to my neck. The pendant throbbed warmly beneath my palm. "Do ...