62: Desperate Measures
Even with Elowen’s wave, we’re not moving fast enough, Bergljot realizes as she canters along the riverbank, occasionally blasting the Terror of Blackened Name with light as she goes. She senses the fae around her struggling. Saoirse is full of adrenaline and does not feel it yet, but Elowen and Myghal are growing weary, Rhys is frantic, and Alastair…. Primroses and petunias, he’s been corrupted, Bergljot curses. And even my stamina is running low. Little chance of Seamus, Aeowyn, and Kyrie coming back anytime soon. Healing that wound will take much power. There has to be something I can do…. Her mind flashes back to the clearing in the forest where she and Saoirse and Rhys came into the fae realm, where a wall of vines showed them a harp—and later became a gateway to the mortal realm. A
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