TWENTY-FIVE
Galburn's Ridge
SUMMER 965 MC
Prince Alric glanced at his men, advancing alongside him, each of them wearing looks of grim determination. It was one thing to propose this assault, quite another to carry it out. The ground sloped up, but Kiren-Jool's enchantment proved its worth, making it no more exhausting than a stroll through the Palace Grounds.
The prince well remembered the first time such a spell had been used on him. Years ago, he'd needed to ride to Anna's aid, bringing a Life Mage after an assassin had almost killed her. He'd revelled in the newfound energy but had paid the price once the ride was done, sleeping for what felt like days. In all likelihood, it would be the same here, but if they managed to take the fortress, at least he could look forward to a soft b
