CHAPTER 46

Perranth appeared on the horizon, the dark-
stoned city nestled between a cobalt lake and
a small mountain range that also bore its
name.
The castle had been built along a towering
mountain bordering the city, its narrow towers
tall enough to rival those in Orynth. The great
city walls had been torn down by Adarlan’s
army and never restored, the buildings along
its edges now spilling onto the fields beyond
the iced-over Lanis River that flowed between
the lake and the distant sea.
It was on those fields that Aedion deemed