CHAPTER 79

Yrene hated the Ferian Gap. Hated the tight
air between the two gargantuan peaks, hated
the bones and wyvern refuse littering the
rocky floor, hated the reek that slithered from
whatever openings had been carved into the
mountains.
At least it was empty. Though they had not
yet decided if that was a blessing.
The two armies now filled the Gap, Hasar’s
soldiers already preparing to make the
crossing back over the Avery into the tangle
of Oakwald. That trek would take an age, even
with the rukhin carrying the wagons and