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ago, the legion with her already dwindling
rapidly. The rest of my army will be here soon.
Snarling rose nearby, cutting through the
din of battle. The ghost leopard had not
faltered, had barely stopped to rest.
He had to go back out. Had to eat
something and go back out. Kyllian could
maintain order for a good while, but Aedion
was their prince. And with Aelin nowhere in
sight ... it was upon him to keep the soldiers
in line.
Though those lines were buckling, like
leaks in a dam.
“The Lanis River by Perranth,” Aedion
murmured as Ilias and the Silent Assassins
shot ilken out of the sky, their arrows easily
finding their marks. Wings first, they’d
learned the hard way. To get them out of the
air. Then blades to the head, to decapitate
fully.