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world. No guarantee how many Crochans
Manon might rally, if any.
With the armada spread too thin along
Terasen’s coast to be of any use, only Ansel of
Briarcliff’s remaining forces could offer some
relief. If they weren’t all clean-picked bones
by then. There was little choice but to hold out
until they arrived. Their last allies.
Because Rolfe and the Mycenians ... there
was no guarantee that they would come. No
word.
“Order the retreat,” Aedion said to the
prince. “And get word to Endymion and
Sellene that we’ll need their power as soon as
we begin to run.”
To throw all their magic into a mighty
shield to guard their backs while they tried to
put as many miles between them and Morath
as possible.
Galan nodded, shoving his bloody helmet