CHAPTER 34

“We need to retreat,” Galan Ashryver panted
to Aedion as they stood by the water tent deep
in their army’s ranks, the Crown Prince
splattered with blood both red and black.
Three days of fighting in the frigid wind
and snow, three days of being pushed
northward mile by mile. Aedion had the
soldiers on rotation to the front lines, and
those who managed to catch a few minutes of
sleep returned to the fighting with heavier and
heavier feet.
He’d left the front line himself minutes
ago, only after Kyllian had ordered him to,