CHAPTER 100

A prodding kick from Kyllian had Aedion
awake before dawn.
He groaned as he stretched out on the cot in
the Great Hall, the space still dim. Countless
other soldiers slumbered around him, their
heavy breathing filling the room.
He squinted at the small lantern that
Kyllian held above him.
“It’s time,” Kyllian said, his eyes weary
and red-rimmed.
They’d all looked better. Been better.
But they were still alive. A week after the
Thirteen had sacrificed themselves and