waterways beneath the city and castle beyond
even Aedion’s awareness.
Lysandra braced herself for the plunge,
knowing the water would be cold. Beyond
cold.
But Morath was moving, and if she did not
get into position soon, she might very well be
too late.
“Gods be with you,” one of the Bane
soldiers said.
Lysandra gave the man a tight smile. “And
with you all.”
She didn’t let herself reconsider. She just
walked right off the stone ledge.
The plunge was swift, bottomless. The cold
ripped the air from her lungs, but she was
already shifting, light and heat filling her
body as her bones warped, as skin vanished.
Her magic pulsed, draining quickly at the
expenditure making this body required, but
lily
(lily)
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