Chapter Thirty-Eight
Phillip
The structure covering the battering ram flared with fire. Soldiers poured out, screaming as the blaze licked up their skin. Phillip pulled water from the earth, drenching them as he ran by. He gathered his magic in his palms, letting it pulse and feed on his anger. La Dame had taken too much from him already. She would not have his son.
The power exploded out of him, slamming into the wooden gates. They splintered and blew apart, showering nearby soldiers in bits of wood. His chest heaved as he stood on the threshold, the dust clearing before him.
Gaulean soldiers gathered in the courtyard, preparing to face an oncoming force. But Phillip didn’t wait to see if his men followed him. He sent a wall of power at the foreign army, sucking the air from their lun
