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into splinters before they could find any
marks.
A dark blur plunged past, and then Lorcan
was at the siege tower’s mouth, his sword
swinging so fast Aelin could barely follow it.
He battled his way across the metal bridge of
the tower, into the stairwell beyond. Like he’d
fight his way down the ramps and onto the
battlefield itself.
Below, a boom began. Morath had brought
in their battering ram.
Aelin smiled grimly. She’d bring them all
down. Then Erawan. And then she’d unleash
herself upon Maeve.
At the opposite end of the field, the
khagan’s army pushed, gaining the field step
by step.
Not helpless. Not contained. Never again.
Death became a melody in her blood, every
movement a dance as the tide of soldiers