the world, echoing off the lake, the mountains.
There was nothing he could do, nothing
that brave, unfaltering horse could do, as the
dam ruptured.
Rowan began praying for those on the plain,
for the army about to be wiped away, as the
dam broke.
Standing a few feet away, Yrene was
whispering her prayers, too. To Silba, the
goddess of gentle deaths. May it be quick, may
it be painless.
A wall of water, large as a mountain, broke
free. And rushed toward the city, the plain,
with the wrath of a thousand years of
confinement.
“They’re not going to make it,” Fenrys
hissed, eyes on Lorcan and Elide, galloping
toward them. So close—so close, and yet that
wave would arrive in a matter of seconds.