Chapter 64
“Not alone,” said Taeleia, whose eyes swam with liquid pain, “but hopelessly outnumbered.” “It’s not hopeless,” said Fletcher. The appearance of the Syrionese had mended something inside him that he’d believed was broken. Here were a people who disdained alliances, who had abandoned Allentria and Keriya—yet they’d come back. “Everyone is fighting together now, even the dragons.” “My people fight because I told them to.” Taeleia’s words were filled with a bitterness Fletcher had never heard from her before. “Because I am—” “The Flower That Blooms In War,” Tethryn interjected. Taeleia’s brow buckled. “That isn’t my name.” “That’s the translation, no?” Tethryn raised a nonchalant hand, attracting a strand of electric-blue threads. The magic sank into their scaly skin, and they sent a sea
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