Chapter 13
- By the time they reached the safety of a nearby outpost, the sun was beginning to rise. The group was battered and exhausted, but alive.
- Seraphina sat at a wooden table in the outpost’s command room, her hands trembling slightly as she poured over maps and reports. Alaric entered, his armor streaked with blood and soot.
- “We lost three soldiers,” he said quietly. “But the rest made it out. Anya’s tending to the wounded.”