CHAPTER 91

Dorian hadn’t believed it—hadn’t dared to
hope for what he saw.
A foreign army, marching northward. An
army he’d grown up studying. There were the
khagan’s foot soldiers, and the Darghan
cavalry. There were the legendary ruks,
magnificent and proud, soaring above them in
a sea of wings.
He’d aimed as close to the head of the
army as he could get, wondering which of the
royals had come. Wondering if Chaol was
with them. If the presence of this miraculous
army meant his friend had succeeded against