pieces.
Petrah, now within the confines of her
coven, even made a run for the tower. To rip it
down.
They were beaten back by a swarm of
Ironteeth.
The tower advanced. Closer and closer.
It would be within range soon. Another few
minutes, and that tower would be close
enough for its blast to reach the castle. To
wipe away this army, this remnant of
resistance, forever.
There would be no survivors. No second
chances.
Manon turned to Asterin and said quietly,
“I need another wyvern.”
Her Second only stared at her.
Manon repeated, “I need another wyvern.”
Abraxos was in no shape to fly. Wouldn’t
be for hours or days.
lily
(lily)
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