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they’d left their wyverns, iron teeth glinting.
Dorian waited until the Crochans were
clear of him before unleashing his power.
Spears of ice, to pierce the enemy’s exposed
chests or rip through their wings.
Half a thought had him loosening Cyrene’s
bonds, though not unleashing her from the
power that kept her from attacking. Just
giving her enough space to shift, to defend
herself. A flash on the other side of the camp
told him she had.
The interrogation would come later.
Manon and the Thirteen reached the
wyverns, and were airborne within heartbeats,
flapping into the chaos above.
The Crochans were so small—so terribly
small—against the bulk of the wyverns. Even
on their brooms.
And as they swarmed around the two
Ironteeth covens, firing arrows and swinging