Chapter 24
No matter how many plans they had in place, no one felt ready to march into battle to fight for their lives.
Trystan took in the swarm of bodies surrounding him. His people. Some were soldiers. Others had worked their farms or run shops in the villages. Some women who now prepared to march had spent much of their lives caring for children.
Yet, they’d come. From the villages of Aldorwood to the shores of Sona. Even many who claimed Isenore as their home.
Word had wound its way through the camp in the night of the impending battle. He’d needed them to begin their preparations. To don their makeshift armor and crude weapons. The ones who had much magical ability had to draw power from the earth before crossing over to the land that was now dead and devoid of magic.
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