sighed skyward. “Gods above, what a sight
that will be.”
Maeve extended a hand before her,
darkness swirling in her cupped palm. “There
are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. And
there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin
Galathynius.”
Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter.
“I am a god.”
She unleashed herself upon them.
Rowan pried free the shard of iron from his
shoulder as Maeve and Erawan arrived.
As Aelin went to meet them before the
walls of Orynth.
His magic guttered within his veins, but he
clapped a hand to his bleeding arm as he ran
for the southern gate. Willed the healing.
Flesh stung as it knitted together—too
slowly. Too damn slowly.