timing.
Then a familiar voice rang out. “Quickly!
On board, all of you!” Rolfe.
For the ships in the river had pulled up,
gangways lowered and rowboats already at the
shore.
Aedion wasted no time. “To the river! To
the fleet!”
Their soldiers didn’t hesitate. They
sprinted for the awaiting armada, onto any
ship they could reach, leaping into the
longboats. Chaotic and messy, but with
Morath on retreat for only the gods knew how
long, he didn’t care.
Aedion kept his position at the front line,
ensuring no soldier lagged behind.
Down the line, Prince Galan and a spotted,
furry form did the same. Beside them, red hair
waving in the wind, Ansel of Briarcliff held
her sword pointed at their enemy. Tears slid
lily
(lily)
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