spears, either, to account for the felling of so
many.
A veritable road of Valg demons flowed
ahead.
Elide followed it. Scanned every corpse,
every helmeted face, her mouth going dry. On
and on, the wake of his destruction went.
So many. He had killed so many.
Her breath rasped in her throat as they
neared the end of that trail of death, where
golden bodies again began to appear.
Nothing. Elide halted Farasha. Gavriel had
said he’d last seen him right here. Had he
plunged behind their ally’s lines and moved
on from there?
He might have walked off this field, she
realized. Might currently be back at the keep,
or in Oakwald, and she would have ridden
here for nothing—
“Lorcan!” She screamed it, so loud it was a
lily
(lily)
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