arrow that had come not from Aedion, but
from behind. Right into the path of Ren
Allsbrook and the firelance he bore in his
arms.
Ren slammed his hand into the release
hatch, and flame erupted.
Aedion ducked, coiling his body beneath
his shield as the flame threatened to melt his
own bones.
The world was heat and light. Then
nothing. Only the shouts of battle and dying
men.
Aedion managed to lower his shield.
Where the Valg prince had been, a pile of
ashes and a black Wyrdstone collar remained.
Aedion panted, a hand going to his
bleeding side. “I had him.”
Ren only shook his head, and pivoted on a
boot, unleashing the firelance upon the nearest
Valg soldiers.
lily
(lily)
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