That weapon was not made by human hands—that much was certain—which meant it was impossible for Aegon to have known about it beforehand.
Yes… that was the truth. And yet, for some reason…
Ivar Valerion could not rid himself of his doubts. He simply could not believe every word his nephew had just spoken.
The prince rose to his feet, his interest in the angel's corpse now spent.
"Tell the troops to prepare to move. We're leaving this place," Aegon ordered, prompting a frown from Ivar. Their current position was the most defensible if they were attacked again.
"Where are we headed?" Ivar asked.
Aegon answered with his usual smile.
"We're going to regroup with the rest of our soldiers… and prepare to strike back at the Church."
"Strike back? And how exactly do you intend to fight them in our current state?"
"It's quite simple. But first, we'll need some strong men to execute the plan… chief among them, Frey Starlight. He is the key."
