Chapter 28
King Hermon Cordillera led his men on horseback through the narrow, snaking trails of the Rames. He could not ignore the regal feeling filling him. He rode with his head high. The need for sleep still persisted, but wasn’t as strong. Once on his ship, Shadow, maybe he’d sneak into his quarters for a bit. He may not need the rest. The adrenaline coursing through him was uplifting, powerful.
The black sky lit with flashes of white lightning. Thunder boomed, drowning out the sound of horse hoofs on the stony path. No rain fell, but the wind had picked up considerably. Cordillera’s cape flapped, waved, and snapped behind him in the cold, constant gusts. Ahead he saw white caps on the Isthmian Sea, and imagined swells growing by the minute.
His fingers tingled. The sensation circl
