Chapter 34
“THE i***t!” Lady Armaine cursed, and Tandor was unsure if she meant him or Isandor, who had become a black speck of ever-diminishing size in the sky. This was something neither of them had considered: the dacon could only be controlled by its Thilleian parent.
He stood a little apart from his mother and her retinue.
The Chevakians were returning to their balloons, ignoring hundreds of bodies in Eagle Knight uniforms. Chevakian commands rang out over the camp. Quick, quick, get to the shelters.
It was futile. Not even the shelters would be enough to weather this storm. The front was already at the next ridge, and whenever the clouds parted, human-like forms made from icefire peeked through.
“So.” His mother spat. “The storm comes. We all hide. Tiverius is destroyed, and eve
