thoroughly. Had likely studied him
thoroughly, too, his technique and skill. He
knew he’d face one of them before it was
done, perhaps all of them. It wouldn’t end
well.
Yet as long as they risked the crossing, he
didn’t care. Endymion and Sellene, the only
Fae still left with a whisper of power, were
stationed just behind the first of the Bane.
The eyes of his own soldiers were a
phantom touch between his shoulder blades,
on his helmeted head. He had not prepared a
speech to rally them.
A speech would not keep these men from
dying today.
So Aedion drew the Sword of Orynth,
hefted his shield, and joined the Bane’s steady
beat.
Conveying all the defiance and rage in his
heart, he clashed the ancient sword against the
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