CHAPTER 72

From a distance, the Ferian Gap did not look
like the outpost for a good number of
Morath’s aerial legion.
Nor did it look, Nesryn decided, like it had
been breeding wyverns for years.
She supposed that the lack of any obvious
signs of a Valg king’s presence was part of
why it had remained secret for so long.
Sailing closer to the towering twin peaks
that flanked either side—the Northern Fang
on one, the Omega on the other—and
separated the White Fangs from the Ruhnn
Mountains, Nesryn could barely make out the