Chapter Twenty-TwoThe Elders of Hwyndarin hastened from the parapet upon which they had stood, watching, listening to and feeling the battle raging in Lyyshara. Issuing commands through direct telepathic links with the Fey Guards who remained in defense of the Temple, they were met within moments in the main hall of the massive complex and provided warming cloaks of fethrall, wool-lined boots and gloves fashioned from supple leather. Everything the Elders wore was in shades of white, which reflected their conjoined auras into a shimmer of radiant light that ever encircled them; yet now this unique glimmering seemed to hold a far more relevant significance. They were the Light preparing to face the darkest of the Dark.
The First was handed a single blade of glistening gold and the finest w
