CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
The force of the blast that destroyed the body of the prince shook the earth. Most of the men of the Talvaard army were flung to the ground. Donovan and the men on the wall grabbed onto whatever they could to keep from falling.
“What just happened?” Donovan yelled, his ears ringing from the blast. Cygnus didn’t answer. The half-blood wasn’t sure himself. The army would have gone into complete chaos if not for the generals. Cygnus motioned Donovan to come near. “We must parlay,” he said. “With the prince gone, the army is in the hands of the generals. We must convince them we are no threat.”
Donovan agreed. “Take my bodyguards,” Cygnus said, pointing at the two tattooed elves that stood close to him. I’ll raise the flag.” Donovan took the stairs down to the courtyard a
