Kingdom of Ash

his remains off the battlements.
With a flash of light, Lysandra was there,
snatching up clothes, sword, and shield from a
fallen Silent Assassin. “Tell me where to
order Manon and the others stationed in the
city,” she said, panting hard. A gash ran down
her arm, blood leaking everywhere, but she
didn’t seem to notice it.
Aedion tried to sink into that cool,
calculating place that had guided him through
other battles, other near-defeats. But this was
no near-defeat.
This would be a defeat, pure and brutal. A
slaughter.
“Aedion.” His name was a frantic plea.
A Valg soldier rushed them, and Aedion
split the man from navel to nose with a swipe
of the Sword of Orynth. Lysandra barely
blinked at the black blood that sprayed onto
her face.