One of the ilken spotted her and flapped
upward.
Lysandra banked hard and swept back
north, wings beating like hell.
The two armies met in the snow-covered
fields of southern Terrasen.
Terrasen’s general-prince had ordered
them to wait, rather than rush to meet
Morath’s legions. To let Erawan’s hordes
exhaust themselves on the foothills, and to
send an advance force of the Silent Assassins
to pick off soldiers struggling amid the bumps
and hollows.
Only some of the assassins returned.
The dark power of the Valg princes swept
ahead, devouring all in their path.
And still, the Fire-Bringer did not blast the
Valg to ash. Did nothing but ride at her
cousin’s side.