They didn’t need them anymore.
Dropping his fishing rods and fish, Deren approached her, hugged her tightly, and then buried his face in her fragrant hair.
He was finally home.
***
Dragon Tooth fell to the sand.
His severed hand, still gripping the sword, flew in a wide arc through the air and his gigantic blade plunged into the ground near the silver spear.
The General of Balium’s army didn’t move. In addition to his hand, he had lost his right leg to above the knee, and four cuts forming a “W” marked his body. Hadjar had managed to launch six strikes in a short time, and he’d put all his strength and skill into each of them.
Hadjar turned to face his army.
His friend was the first to shout.
“General Hadjar!” Nero roared as he struck his shield with his sword.
Hundreds of thousa
