Chapter 28
The retreat of Malakor’s commanders was a thing of silent, humiliated haste. Lyra and Seraph, stripped of their weapons and their arrogance, gave Aria one last look—a complex mixture of hatred, fear, and grudging awe—before melting into the shadows, their retreat a signal to the entire invading force. Word of their defeat, of the impossible power the heir had unleashed, spread through the Council army like a psychic plague. The Hunters who had witnessed their leaders’ humiliation firsthand were the first to break, their discipline shattering in the face of a power that defied their understanding. They faded back into the gloom, their mission forgotten. The mages, their greatest spell unraveled and their commanders in flight, abandoned their positions, their retreat a chaotic scramble. Do
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