The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

Outside, the electricity gathered into one spot. High above the city, all sixteen towers shot lightning up, towards a…ball of lightning. Gazi paused, and looked at Trey. There was a wild grin on her face. “Drevish made this.” “Drevish?” “Yes. He studied Drake architecture. They build their cities to fight back even without defenders.” She gestured at the lightning. “Amerys and Drevish both worked on this enchantment. They called it [Storm Keep]. A spell to destroy entire armies. It was never used. There was never a need.” No army has ever attacked Reim. Trey stared at Gazi and then realized the plan. It was so simple. Lure the enemy close. Only it wouldn’t work if they stayed back and knocked the towers down with trebuchets. Now Gazi turned. She stared out one of the windows, down at the army surrounding Reim. The dark shapes were moving. Fleeing. Running away from the city now the trap had been sprung. But they were too slow. Too late. Too tired to run fast, and too disorganized. Gazi smiled. “This is for you, Drevish.” Then she touched the map. And lightning rained down from the heavens.