Boreas flinched and, turning back to them, unfastened a Ron’Jah from his belt, one that was remarkably similar to the one that had served Hadjar faithfully for so long but had been left behind somewhere in the tunnels beneath the river near the Emerald City.
Hadjar caught the instrument in midair, but they were so far away that he could only read the Ancient’s last words from his lips.
‘Make sure we die free, General.’
Hadjar turned away and gripped the instrument tightly.
His mad plan was moving into its next phase.
Chapter 1970
Moving across the battlefield in a chariot proved to be much more comfortable, faster, and... a lot bloodier. The jagged spikes protruding from the wheels sliced cleanly through legs and shattered bones. Meanwhile, inside the massive chariot, Hadjar and Lath
