Chapter Thirty-FourElzor stole sideways glances at his sister, his brow furrowed.
Over two thousand men, both his and Maxtar's, rode behind him. He wanted nothing more than to urge them all to kick their mounts into a fast gallop, but the road between Thage and Dar was barely wide enough to accommodate eight merychs riding side by side. Since crossing into Darad, they had been riding almost non-stop, with only a couple of brief respites to eat and rest. And now, they were riding into a battle that would determine the fate of Elystra. He wished they could increase their pace, but given the size of their company, they could only travel so fast.
Elzaria's once lovely face had become that of a wizened old woman. Her hair, which only days before was a cascade of the darkest black, had become
