The Lore of the Evermen (Evermen Saga, #4)

by James Maxwell

“The city lies ahead!” The column stopped. Immediately, they heard cries and screams, thudding booms, and crashing stone. “Call up the command!” Killian directed. Soon a circle of nobles and officers stood around Miro, Killian, and the Dain. Miro nodded to the Alturan commanders, Lord Marshal Scola and Marshal Corlin. Tiesto was there, along with two Halrana commanders. High Lord Grigori stood with a Veznan marshal in an orange uniform. Touana of Loua Louna looked from one face to the next. Miro saw Bartolo standing with Amber a short distance away. “I brought you all here to make our final plan,” Killian said. “Right now, as we speak, Seranthia is under siege. We must make all haste to break the siege. If we can combine our attack with a sortie from the city, we stand a much greater chance of success.” Miro looked on in wonder as Killian spoke. He’d come to know the young emperor on the long journey from Altura, and a friendship had developed between them, but he’d never seen the emperor—only the man. Killian had almost seemed too . . . gregarious . . . to lead the harsh land of Tingara and the fractious new Empire. Miro realized he’d been wrong in his estimation. Where this man led, people would follow.