Chapter 106
Afterwards Vortka took her to the Sanc, where she might receive more healing and regain her lost strength. Zandakar distracted himself with his warhost business, soon they would ride from Fiona across the Sand River. Into the unknown world, full of demons. It was a daunting thought, he tried not to think of it. He lived in the barracks, and hardly saw Dmitrak. A godsmoon after riding triumphant through the gates of Et-Trag city, Vortka sent for him from the Sanc. He answered the summons at once, running hard up the Pinnacle Road. Despite the whisper in his heart, he prayed and prayed with every stride. Do not let it be Yuma, gods. Let it not be bad news. “There is no use in softening the blow, Zandakar,” the high Tragot said, standing before the altar in his private chamber. “The Empres
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