CHAPTER 104

The sweat and blood on him quickly freezing,
Aedion panted as he leaned against the
battered city walls and watched the encamped
enemy pull back for the night.
A sick sort of joke, a cruel torment, for
Morath to halt at each sundown. As if it were
some sort of civility, as if the creatures who
infested so many of the soldiers below
required light.
He knew why Erawan had ordered it so. To
wear them down day by day, to break their
spirits rather than let them go out in raging
glory.