Lincoln's POV:
The city around me was in chaos. Flames licked over the towers, smoke filling the air that it is difficult to breathe. I could still feel the Curse Blood twitching at my ribs, but I pushed it away and ran on.
"Push them back!" Amir yelled from the western wall. "Hold the gate!"
I tried to speak—but a shadow swept the wall
From the north, a storm of scarlet spears came pouring down. The charge tore through the line. I prepare myself for the counterattack that did not take place, for something else pierced the haze ahead of it—a war horn.
The sound was deep, commanding and familiar.
And then I saw them.
Lord Cedric rode through the breach on his Griffin, silver armor thrash bit intact, his banner burned but still flyingm beside him rode Seraphine, twin words bared
