the army that fought with her. Even as he saw
Chaol and Dorian leading the right flank,
charging with the front lines and wild men of
the Fangs, the king’s magic blasting in plumes
of ice into the enemy.
Chaol Westfall had not failed them. And
had somehow convinced the khagan to send
what appeared to be the majority of his
armies.
But that army was inching toward Orynth,
still far across Theralis.
Morath did not halt its assault on Orynth’s
two gates. The southern held strong. But the
western gate—it was beginning to buckle.
Lysandra had shifted into a wyvern and
soared with the desperate, final push of
Manon Blackbeak and the Crochans toward
the Ironteeth legion, hoping to crush it
between them and the ruks. The shifter now
fought there, lost amid the fray.
lily
(lily)
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