side.
The demon’s eyes were wide as he took in
the shield. Then Aedion.
Then the Valg prince hissed, “Fae bastard.”
Aedion didn’t know what it meant, didn’t
care as he took another blast upon his shield,
the battlements already slick with blood both
black and red. If the Mycenian nearby was
dead, then there was another down by Ren’s
ladder—
The Valg prince unleashed blast after blast
of power.
Aedion took each one upon his shield, the
prince’s power bouncing off as if it were a
spray of water upon stone. And for every burst
of power sent his way, Aedion swung his
sword.
Steel met steel; darkness clashed with
ancient metal. Aedion had the vague sense of
soldiers Valg and human alike halting as he
lily
(lily)
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