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Kiria
Kiria scanned the darkening wall again. Now off the platform, she didn’t have the best view. Forced to look around armored shoulders, a persistent tug of unease plucked at the nape of her neck.
More and more people had joined the others on the wall. A low sound indicated that crowds gathered just inside the closed gate. Hopefully the citizens living close to the gate would leave before the battle began.
A moment ago, she’d felt as though Bard were trying to contact her, but when she closed her eyes and found her way to the Unreal, he wasn’t there.
Half of Belik’s time had elapsed. Chetana shouted the update from her place at the front of the central column. Her clarion voice sent chills over Kiria’s skin. Chetana was twice the warrior Kiria would ever be, but Kiria stood tall
