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was down there, Yrene had said.
Silence. Then Prince Sartaq swore in his
own tongue, and sprinted for his golden ruk.
He was spearing for the battlefield within
seconds, his shouts ringing out. Kadara dipped
every few moments, and when she rose again,
another small figure was in her talons.
Healers. Grabbing as many of them as he
could.
Elide whirled to her companions as
soldiers began running for the keep, trampling
corpse and injured alike. Orders went out in
the language of the southern continent, and
more soldiers on the battlefield leaped into
action.
“What else—what else can we do?” Elide
demanded. Aelin and Rowan only stared
toward the battlefield, watching with Fenrys
and Gavriel as the ruks raced to save as many
as they could. Behind them, Princess Hasar