LIII
Miri, Alvia and Tony ran as the street behind them filled with elven soldiers. Rain poured down on the streets in a drenching downpour, making it hard to see very far ahead. Still, Miri knew the way forward. They were almost to the Hall of Governance.
“Faster!” Tony cried.
The elven soldiers cheered.
Miri grabbed a grimoire and pulled it out of her coat.
“It’s not you they’re after,” Alvia said.
“I’m still going to defend myself!” Miri shouted.
A Crafter dragon streamed in the sky past them, carrying a dozen elves. The dragon spewed flames, setting a roof on fire. The elves jumped off and began running across the rooftop, the flames chasing them. The dragon roared.
Miri’s blood ran cold.
Tony grabbed her, and she continued running up the long serpentine street that led to the
