Where they advanced a step, Aelin sent out
a plume of fire. Didn’t let her own doubt
show, didn’t dare wonder if they could tell
that the fire was mostly color and light.
They still dodged it. Avoided it.
Waiting for her to plunge down deep, to
make that killing blow they anticipated.
And though her fire deflected the darkness,
though Goldryn was a burning song in her
hand, she knew their power would break
through soon.
The keys were gone. And so was the Fire-
Bringer.
They would have no use for her. No need to
enslave her, save to torment her.
It could go either way. Death or
enslavement.
But there would be no keys, no ability for
Erawan to craft more Wyrdstone, or bring in
his Valg to possess others.
lily
(lily)
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