When Salkhi came close enough to rip several Valg off their horses and shred them apart in his talons, Nesryn fired at the commander. She didn’t see if the shot landed. Not as a horn cut through the din. A cry rose from the rukhin, all glancing eastward. Toward the sea. To where the Darghan cavalry and foot soldiers charged for the unprotected eastern flank of Morath’s army, Hasar atop her Muniqi horse, leading the khagan’s host herself.
