Tristan had been right. If only Faegan and Traax are still alive. As the stunned warriors surrounded him, their commanding officer knelt besidehis lord. Fifty-five years a printer, and now when I'm old I'l have to carry hods to make a living.
Dazedfrom the blast, Tristan struggled to his feet. Nor was his breathing labored. ”Smiling, Einar placed his hands into opposite sleeves of his robe. Taking on the exact hue of the sky surrounding them, they started diving down onto the flyingwarriors plummeting to help those on the ground.
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