Lincoln's POV:
Warning bells broke the morning silence.
I was already standing before the third toll. Ignivar blazed to life on my shoulder, its flames dancing in my eyes as I gazed beyond the Citadel balcony. There was smoke on the northern ridge.
Another attack.
I ran down the staircase, joining the others in the yard. Sky was already stringing his bow, Akira was putting on her gloves, and Amir was already geared up and ready. Ayaana's serpent glowed softly, its eyes are so bright and alert.
"The vanguard's broken through the perimeter," Sky panted. "Few in number—scouting formation."
"Small doesn't mean safe," I said. "Let's go."
We rode together, our companions following behind us.
We emerged into the northern fields, where the barrier seemed to shimmer faintly. The land beyond
