Chapter 47Across the plains at the base of the hills across the Klarelfr, Fand glared down at the masses before her with Aaric's face. A weak grin stretched her mouth.
“Ready the arms,” she bellowed with Aaric's voice. The Dokkalfar obeyed as Fand kept her gaze fixed on the lone Seidkona staring up at her from the Klarelfr.
Bound and dumped on the ground, Aaric stood, his own face masked from the soldiers who saw only an unknown face.
“Don't do this,” Aaric said.
“Do what?” Fand smiled and raised an arm. “You're doing it.”
Fand dropped her arm.
Releasing a cry, the Dokkalfar snapped their arms with a militia's precision and charged full speed into the plains where Thorold's warriors waited.
The ground thundered beneath Kallan's feet as she stared wide-eyed at the Dokkalfar clasping
