CHAPTER 47

Aedion had imagined they’d all be killed
where they stood, battling together until the
end. Not picked off one by one as they fled.
He’d been forced far behind the lines when
Morath plunged through, even the Bane
having to peel away from the front. Soon, the
rout would be complete.
Arrows still flew from deep behind their
ranks, Ren having seized some order, if only
to cover their retreat.
Not an orderly march to the north. No,
soldiers ran, shoving past one another.
A disgraceful end, unworthy of a mention,