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to throw in her face.
Manon knew of a back door that only the
wyverns took into the Northern Fang, along
with any human grunts unlucky enough to be
bound to this place. Asterin and Manon had
left the Thirteen farther in the mountains
before approaching, and even then they’d
stopped far away enough from any scouts that
they’d spent hours hiking on foot, taking
Asterin’s mare with them. Abraxos had
snarled and tugged on the reins, but Sorrel had
held him firmly.
The two mammoth peaks flanking the Gap
grew larger with each passed mile. Yet as he
approached the southern side of the Fang, he
hadn’t realized how massive, exactly, they
were.
Large enough to hold an aerial host. To
train and breed them.
This was what his father and Erawan had