They were ready. And so was she.
“Sound the call,” Aelin ordered Lorcan,
who lifted a horn to his lips and blew.
Down the line, heralds from the khaganate
sent up their own horns in answer. Until they
were all one great, bellowing note, racing
toward Orynth.
They blew the horns again.
Aelin drew Goldryn from its sheath across
her back and hefted her shield as she lifted the
sword to the sky. As a thread of her magic
pierced the ruby in the pommel and set it
glowing.
The Darghan soldiers pointed their suldes
forward, wood creaking, horsehair whipping
in the wind.
Down the line, Princess Hasar and Prince
Kashin trained their own spears at the enemy
army. Dorian and Chaol drew their blades and
aimed them ahead.
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