Chapter Thirty-Four
A Fight for Survival
Valanandir considered the map of Middle and Northern Lasniniar spread out before him. Even though only weeks had passed since Iarion and the others had left, it seemed like ages. He hoped they were still safe.
The eastern lands were not faring well. Lysandir and the other drake riders had tried to relocate everyone underground, but they weren’t fast enough. Every day, it seemed that more of the Khashada’s creatures arrived within their borders. They wreaked havoc everywhere they went, leaving a wide swath of death and destruction in their wake. The drakhalu fed on the blood of those they killed and turned the rest into more of their own. Their numbers kept increasing. The combination of the changelings and the drakhalu was demoralizing. Even hard
