Cold night air blew from the gap the on the dome, cooling Amy’s sweating face. Her heart was still hammering between her lungs from the horror that she has just witnessed. Geneva and the sentries were hauling themselves to their feet as Amy stared blankly. Margaux pulled out the lance from her skull like it was nothing, she thought as she stared into the dying silver flames in the air.
“Make haste,” King Henri yelled as soon as the portal shut closed, pulling Amy out of her trance. “We are leaving for Luxdale.” The sentries nodded their heads and scrambled to fetch their horses and chariots.
“But, my King,” Amy began, a lump forming inside her throat. “We would not make it in time.”
Henri shook his head. His eyes glistened as though he was preventing tears from gushing forth. “We have
