The hills of Issus ran crimson with rivulets of gore, the sky a somber olive hue as clouds bore down heavy above them. Where the sun had retreated to, she didn’t know—perhaps it couldn’t bear to witness the raging battle below, the spilt blood. Corinna had since learned how to bathe in it.
In her first clash since being reborn as immortal, it had taken a good few blows, a few of what would otherwise have been deadly encounters, to appreciate the power now singing through her veins. A soldier had cleaved a spear so deep into her shoulder it scraped against the plate of flat bone beneath, and though the agony nearly blinded her, Corinna had whipped around to tear it free, body coursing with adrenaline and her healing rapid. Another had attempted to cut her off at the knee, leaving her leg d
