A wyvern came crashing toward the gate, flipping across the ground as it rolled toward them. Aedion braced for the impact, for that huge body to shatter through the last of the gate. Yet the felled beast halted, squashing soldiers beneath its bulk, right at the archway. Blocking the way. A barricade before the western gate. Intentionally so, Aedion realized as a golden-haired warrior leaped from the wyvern’s saddle, the dead Ironteeth witch still dangling there, throat gushing blue blood down the leathery sides. The warrior ran toward them, a sword in one hand, the other drawing a dagger. Ran
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DADDY GAVRIEL TO THE RESCUE
