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carrying the shifter with him. “FALL BACK! ”
The army beheld what approached.
Whether they realized it was no siege tower,
they understood his order clearly enough. Saw
him sprinting, Aelin over his shoulder.
Manon had never known the range of the
tower, how far it might fire the dark magic
rallied within it.
There was nowhere to hide on the field. No
dips in the earth where he might throw
himself and Lysandra, praying the blast went
over them. Nothing but open snow and frantic
soldiers.
“RETREAT!” Aedion’s throat strained.
He glanced over a shoulder as the witches
atop the tower parted to let through a small
figure in onyx robes, her pale hair unbound.
A black light began glowing around the
figure—the witch. She lifted her hands above
her head, the power rallying.