On the army—another army—marching on
them, half veiled in darkness. Six kharankui at
their front lines.
The khagan’s soldiers had gathered by the
walls, both outside and within the city. The
southern gate now stood closed.
Not enough. Not nearly enough to face
what marched, fresh and unwearied. The
creatures she could just barely make out
teeming within its ranks. Valg princesses—
there were Valg princesses amongst them.
Chaol. Where was Chaol—
Elide and the old man were speaking. “We
cannot face that number of soldiers and walk
away,” the lady said, her voice so unlike any
tone Yrene had heard from her. Commanding
and cold. Elide pointed to the battlefield. The
darkness—holy gods, the darkness—that
massed over it.
A chill slithered over Yrene’s body.
lily
(lily)
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