They rippled on the wind, iridescent banners in the sky, terrible and beautiful; in the pale light of the Travail, they glowed as they flowed through the smoke, creatures of myth and magic made real...
The Watcher raised his shotgun to the smaller serpent, slinging lead to tear him from the sky. Pinwheeling, it spun to earth, bleeding, as the Watcher rolled to evade its partner.
Barreling past the Watcher, the larger snake skidded into the greenbriar. Coiling to strike, the Feathered Serpent’s shining scales gleamed, armor for an emerald god rising from the ashes of antiquity.
Awestruck with terror, Rose fell to her knees: “Quetzalcoatl!”
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