Slowly my panic ceased. I felt the familiar buzz of approaching Nephilim intensify in my spine, demanding recognition from my body. Controlling my breathing, I kept my wings in check and I felt Seth do the same.
They must have flown very near – it created a roaring throughout my whole body, circling around us in sweeping curves, but it did not stop directly above us. Just as I thought I could not take any more, the unbearable feeling began to weaken. And then it was gone, and we lay there, under a layer of sand, not knowing what had happened to our Ibah, Nu and the babies.
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