But I couldn’t hide the tears rolling down my cheeks in twin rivers. In the distance, behind the terrovians, Prisca and Lorian rode toward us on horseback, Galon and Marth by their sides. Rekja rode near Prisca and Lorian, Thora on one side, Tor on the other. And behind them was an army. The army that had somehow made it across the pass before Regner’s foot soldiers. Fae, humans, and hybrids marching together for a better life. And in the Sleeping Sea…Daharak Rostamir’s fleet slammed into Regner’s ships.
