He had faced, unflinching, the countless battles of far too many bloody wars. He’d confronted terrifying magic, fearsome enemies, and even stood firm while forces that outnumbered his, hundreds to one, charged his position. Yet with that one step, as the sole of his boot made its first slight contact with Fey soil, his battle-hardened warrior’s body began to tremble. His legs shook, his shoulders quaked, and all strength fled him. With a cry of surrender, Gaelen vel Serranis fell to his knees on the land of his forefathers. Marissya turned, her shei’dalin’s radiance fully unshielded and
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