Selthia's army was caught in a brutal crossfire: blasted from the front by an elusive guardian they could no longer clearly see, and systematically frozen and shattered from behind by a four-hundred-year-old matriarch hunting them for sport.
Without the ancient entity to talk her out of her panic, the girl had walked straight into a tactical trap of her own making again.
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Down in the capital of Yano, Ren was busy running his own numbers.
Before heading to the command post, he had made a quick detour along the inner wall to check on his parents. Reed and Fern were right where they had been since yesterday morning, their faces lined with dark circles after yesterday's hours channeling restorative mana into wave after wave of wounded soldiers.
