Chapter One Hundred and Forty Six: Blood Thirst

(Alarion’s POV)

The southern ridge loomed against a sky cracked with lightning. Storm clouds rolled overhead, bruised and heavy, as if the gods themselves were watching.

“Archers!” I barked, my voice carrying over the wind. “Poisoned arrows ready!”

Rows of Valerian bows rose in unison, their b...

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