CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Aidan sprinted through the tunnel, Motley running and heaving before him, Cassandra and White behind him, all running single file in the tight confines beneath the Devil’s Gulch. As Motley ran, struggling, heaving great gasps of air, Aidan knew that if they didn’t reach their destination soon, Motley wouldn’t make it. He had drunk one too many pints of ale in his lifetime, and he was in no shape for this.
“There!” Motley finally gasped. “Up ahead!”
Aidan shielded his eyes as harsh desert sunlight shone through—and then, there was chaos.
They all burst out of the tunnel, and the world was filled with the deafening noise of a hundred thousand soldiers, the largest gathering of warriors Aidan had ever seen, all thundering by. The Pandesian army raced by but feet in fron
