Chapter Thirty-Five
Searon stared into the distance toward the gates of Legain. An army of daerions crowded its front gates, laying siege to the walls, and yet relief spread across the captain’s face. They hadn’t broken through the gate yet, and Legain’s defenses were strong. His brother had made sure of that. He watched in pride at the crossbow men along the wall’s crenellation as they fired upon the creatures. He knew they wouldn’t be able to hold long as fires had begun on the stone. In the midst of all the blue creatures, he noticed something amiss. A lone person sat on a black stallion with a long staff. He appeared to command the enemy.
The number of daerions was more than Searon could have imagined. At least three thousand fought at the gate of Legain, and many of them tried climb
