The age of the fallen beast

Previously

…Thorne let out a long, shaky breath. He looked at Rexy, who was already checking her phone, a delighted grin on her face. “Oh, the footage! This is going to break the internet! Hashtag ‘Sorcerer Sings the Blues (Badly)’!” Nibbles, perched on the boombox, let out a series of triumphant squeaks and gave a little hamster bow. Thorne looked at the empty street, the lingering scent of ozone, and then back at Rexy and Nibbles. He’d gone from cataloging fossils to battling a bored sorcerer with terrible taste in music. It was, he had to admit, considerably more exciting than his usual Tuesday. And he had a feeling his quiet life of cataloging fossils was well and truly extinct.