Chapter Forty-Five
Searon stood in the center of Legain. His home. The one place he had tried to run away from all those years ago. Memories of the horrible battles and fights between other villages plagued his mind. He looked at the rock on the ground. It glowed an orange-black, appearing like it was on fire, but was cool to the touch. His brow furrowed.
The gate shattered, and Ikchani began flooding the streets. Legain was ready. Tiermerra was ready. Today, they were one. The two cities were interlocked inside a large stone wall that made a half wall around each city. Searon remembered when Tiermerra was but a mere village, and one that continued to pillage the food stock of Legain. He couldn’t blame them though, as they were much poorer, and in many cases, needed the food much more th
