light, a boom louder than thunder, and then a
portion of the sky became empty.
Where Ironteeth, rebels and the faithful
alike, had been fighting, where Crochans had
been weaving between them, there was
nothing.
Just ash.
Lysandra’s voice broke as the tower
continued moving. A straight, unbreakable
line toward Orynth. “They mean to blast apart
the city.”
Hands and arms coated in Abraxos’s blood,
Manon stared at the battlefield. Stared at
where all those witches, Ironteeth and
Crochan fighting for either army, had just ...
vanished.
Everything her grandmother had claimed
about the witch towers was true.
And it was not Kaltain and her shadowfire