Chapter Thirty-EightElzaria stepped through the line, hands raised, watching with gleeful anticipation as King Aridor's army raced across the wet field toward them. Time seemed to slow, and she retreated into her own mind.
I need your power. Give me more.
You are my hand. You possess power these feeble mortals cannot hope to equal.
Not even the alien woman?
Not even she.
I will win, then? All my enemies will fall on this night?
The Daradian forces continued to advance.
Will I be victorious? she beseeched the presence in her head.
Even I cannot answer that. I have transformed you, given you incalculable power. You must fulfill the destiny for which you were born.
I understand.
The voice spoke four final words with a tone of palpable menace:
Do … not … fail me.
Elzaria focused he
