The chains around Dante's soul began to pull before either of them understood what was happening. One moment he was in Selena's arms, still trembling from the Watcher's brand, and the next the chains jerked taut, dragging him backward with a force that had nothing to do with physical strength. His body moved not because muscles contracted or gravity demanded it, but because the chains commanded it, and the chains answered to something far older and more implacable than either heaven or hell.
"Dante!" Selena's grip tightened reflexively, her fingers digging into his arms, but she might as well have been trying to hold back the tide. The chains were already sinking into the floor of the Chamber of Bones, pulling Dante with them, dragging him down into depths that shouldn't exist beneath the Obsidian Tower.
"Let go!" Dante managed to shout, even as the pain of the chains intensified with the movement. "Selena, you have to let—"
