Chapter Forty-Seven
Karceoles grimaced as he paced the walls of Sudegam, staring below into the ranks of draeyks and daerions who burned the wilderness below. Thousands upon thousands of them were scattered about, and although they did not have organization, it would not matter with the numbers they held. In the midst of them, a man on a black stallion could be seen, his horse neighing into the night, thrusting its front legs into the air. The man’s long black hair and beard swam with the wind, freckled with white, and his zylek reached high into the air as he rallied his creatures.
Zergiel.
Hatred and fear overcame Karceoles. He despised Zergiel. Karceoles glanced at all of the kheshlarn and human archers surrounding him. Sh’on stood near him, breath caught in his throat as he realized
