From nowhere, Galenten Grij appeared, leading a contingent of men against the invaders coming through the ruined gates of the High City. Desperately, they forced the attackers back through the wall where the gates had stood.
Akus drew power to himself as the enemy began to regroup. Dark power flared from near the front of the enemy lines. Akus barely had time to form a defense before he was knocked from his feet.
“Akus!” Eelura rushed to him.
“I’m fine,” he said, climbing shakily to his feet. “They still have a sorcerer.”
Eelura nodded and faced the invaders. As Akus tried to catch his breath, a flash of movement caught his eye. A knife!
Akus leapt forward, taking the knife thrust in his shoulder that had been meant for Eelura’s back. He grappled with the assailant and the two men rol
