Chapter Thirty-Two
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Barlo swayed on his knees, blinking. Everything seemed to be happening at once. As Saviadro disappeared, the ring of darkness around the altar vanished, and Silvaranwyn fell to her knees behind him, still clutching his shoulders. He twisted his neck to look at her and saw that her eyes were closed. She wore a grim frown of concentration. Daroandir stroked her hair, uttering murmurs of encouragement in Elvish.
Paige had already sprung into action. She forced the high priest away from Iarion’s body with her ax, prodding him over to where the other priests were trapped in Lysandir’s ring of fire. The Direling dug in his heels, but Paige shoved him through the flames while Lysandir watched. He emerged on the other side unscathed. He huddled with his priests, watchi
