CHAPTER 69

Orynth had not been this quiet since the day
Aedion and the remnants of Terrasen’s court
had marched to Theralis.
Even then, there had been a hum to the
ancient city erected between the mouth of the
Florine and the edge of the Staghorns,
Oakwald a ripple of wood to the west.
Then, the white walls had still been
shining.
Now they lay stained and grayish, as bleak
as the sky, while Aedion, Lysandra, and their
allies strode through the towering metal doors
of the western gate. Here, the walls were six