dangling from his talons.
Aelin. Aelin was—
Arcas neared the earth, talons splaying.
Aelin hit the ground, rolling, rolling, until she
uncoiled to her feet.
Right in the path of that wave.
“Oh gods,” Fenrys breathed, seeing her,
too.
They all saw her.
The queen on the plain.
The endless wall of water surging for her.
The keep stones began shuddering. Rowan
threw out a hand to brace himself, fear like
nothing he had known ripping through him as
Aelin lifted her arms above her head.
A pillar of fire shot up around her, lifting
her hair with it.
The wave roared and roared for her, for the
army behind her.
The shaking in the keep was not from the
lily
(lily)
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