“We intercepted a group of Morath soldiers toward the end of the battle—trying to bring that dam down.” Rowan swore, and Chaol echoed it. “I’m assuming they didn’t succeed thanks to you,” Aelin said, gazing toward that too-near dam, the raging waters of the upper lake and river it held at bay. “Partially,” Sartaq said, a muscle feathering in his jaw. “But we arrived after much damage had already been done.” “Out with it,” Hasar hissed. Sartaq’s dark eyes flashed. “We need to evacuate our army off the plain. Right now.”
KOA - stress
