princesses, not yet. But Elide knew they were
out there. Morath had emptied its darkest pits
for this final destruction.
And on the plain, before the gates, fire and
darkness blacker than the fallen night warred.
Elide didn’t know where to look: at the
battle between the armies, or the one between
Maeve and Erawan, and Aelin.
Yrene remained beside her, Lord Darrow,
Lysandra, and Evangeline watching with
them.
A flare of light, an answering wave of
darkness.
Aelin was a fiery whirlwind between
Maeve and Erawan, the fighting swift and
brutal.
She had no power left. Before the
Wyrdgate had ripped it from her, Aelin might
have been able to face one of them and
emerge triumphant. But left with a whisper of
lily
(lily)
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