Rising behind the Imperials, borne on pitch-black wings, was Thorion.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO“The most tragic truths you can e’er behold are stories unfinished, and stories untold.”
~ Elven Funeral Rites
“Please Shivnath,” Keriya breathed, “don’t let this happen.”
Thorion tore through the sky, a streak of black lightning, and the fight was back on. A brutal cry rose from the Imperials as they pressed forward. The demons on the ground churned into motion, following the shadowdragon into the fray.
The Fironian militia fell back, losing ground against the onslaught. Slowly, the waves of blackened creatures forced the humans to retreat. Effrax held his position, watching Thorion with a vacant expression. Max, Taeleia, and Danisan stood at his side. Together, they gazed in sorrow at the creature
