Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Alice spun around at the puppet Lylia's knock. "Enter!" she called. The puppet swung the door open, presenting Harley to the Queen.

"Harley Vance, Mage Genius. So it is you," Alice tutted. "You should've known better than to sneak into the Abyss." Her tinkling laugh echoed through the room. "My name is Alice, Queen of the Apocalypse. I hope you've enjoyed your time here so far."

"What do you want from me?" Harley demanded, ignoring her pleasantries. "And where is Lylia? I'm sure I did not kill her."

Alice chuckled again. "Looking for your girlfriend already? My, she is a lucky girl. However, I'm afraid you won't get to rescue your little damsel in distress so soon. Instead, she would like to challenge you to a battle." Then, Harley heard the sound of a door creaking open. There Lylia stood behind the throne in the doorway, smiling up at Harley. He momentarily felt his heart shatter as he considered the prospect of having to fight-and potentially injure-his best friend. Then he remembered something else. A battle could give him the chance to get close enough to free Lylia. Steeled with determination, Harley nodded firmly.

"I accept your challenge," he stated. Alice looked pleased.

"Good, good. Just know that the battlefield will be a lot smaller here. We don't have so much space in the Abyss," she told Harley. Then, she sailed out of the room, Harley and Lylia close behind.

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