CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Vesuvius led the army of trolls as he charged for the Pandesians, raising his halberd high and letting out a great battle cry. He was eager for blood, and he could almost taste it. Before him lay a sight which set his heart on fire: a sea of blue and yellow, these Pandesians foolish enough to think they could stop Marda. He would kill each and every one of them.
As he approached, Vesuvius noticed that, oddly, they did not even seem to be charging for his trolls—instead, they all seemed fixated on attacking a single man. A boy, rather, with long golden hair, who moved through their ranks like a burst of light, attacking them from all sides, and who only stopped, briefly, to put a girl on a horse and send her away.
It was a confusing scene, and Vesuvius hardly knew what
