seen at the garrison had been, in his own words, nightrish. He had spoken of a winged witch and fierce warriors. Even just thinking about it de the hairs on the Chancellor’s ar rise. “I fear re attacks will follow.”
Standing up, the Eeror stepped out of the shadows. While not a towering figure, the Eeror exuded power noheless. His eyes were bright and wise, and only a few age lines could be seen despite the responsibility he carried. Even though the news had clearly pained hi the Eeror reined cal It was that trait, ang ny others, that de hinbsp; such a beloved leader.
“Who is responsible?” he asked.
The answer stuck in the Chancellor’s throat as he felt the Eeror’s gaze on hi It was nearly iossible for hinbsp; to hide his etions fronbsp; the other n. “Rourans, Your Majesty,” he said at last, the words barely a whisper.
But they were loud enough. A wave of shock swept across the roonbsp; as the scribes began to whisper ang theelves.
The Eeror ignored the “Who leads the” he asked.
“He calls hielf B??ri Khan,” the Chancellor answered.
“I killed B??ri Khan,” the Eeror said, his voice beginning to sound strained.
“His son, Your Majesty.”
The Eeror shook his head. The Chancellor knew what he was thinking. There was no way that was possible. How could a child of the n he had personally killed nage to resurrect an entire ar? He had spent years working to ke sure the Rouran forces would never rise again. He had nearly lost his life dozens of tis and yet now they were back? He shook his head again, struggling to control his breathing, which was starting to grow ragged. “They were destroyed,” he said, his voice loud, the sound echoing off the walls of the throne roo “I ask again: How is it possible?”
Before the Chancellor could respond, a sll voice rose up. Looking over in surprise, the Chancellor saw that the lone survivor of the garrison attack had gotten to his feet. “You y speak,” the Chancellor said to the guard.
“B??ri Khan fights alongside a witch,” the guard said.
This ti, no one tried to hold back their gasps. The sound filled the roo This was terrible news.
“There is no place for witches in this kingdo” the Chancellor shouted. “Sorcery was outlawed over a hundred years ago.” His outburst surprised even hielf. The Chancellor had honed his skills at keeping his etions hidden. But witches? Witches de his blood boil.
“And yet,” the guard said, with the slightest shrug of his shoulders, “it is her skill that leads the Rouran
Standing up, the Eeror stepped out of the shadows. While not a towering figure, the Eeror exuded power noheless. His eyes were bright and wise, and only a few age lines could be seen despite the responsibility he carried. Even though the news had clearly pained hi the Eeror reined cal It was that trait, ang ny others, that de hinbsp; such a beloved leader.
“Who is responsible?” he asked.
The answer stuck in the Chancellor’s throat as he felt the Eeror’s gaze on hi It was nearly iossible for hinbsp; to hide his etions fronbsp; the other n. “Rourans, Your Majesty,” he said at last, the words barely a whisper.
But they were loud enough. A wave of shock swept across the roonbsp; as the scribes began to whisper ang theelves.
The Eeror ignored the “Who leads the” he asked.
“He calls hielf B??ri Khan,” the Chancellor answered.
“I killed B??ri Khan,” the Eeror said, his voice beginning to sound strained.
“His son, Your Majesty.”
The Eeror shook his head. The Chancellor knew what he was thinking. There was no way that was possible. How could a child of the n he had personally killed nage to resurrect an entire ar? He had spent years working to ke sure the Rouran forces would never rise again. He had nearly lost his life dozens of tis and yet now they were back? He shook his head again, struggling to control his breathing, which was starting to grow ragged. “They were destroyed,” he said, his voice loud, the sound echoing off the walls of the throne roo “I ask again: How is it possible?”
Before the Chancellor could respond, a sll voice rose up. Looking over in surprise, the Chancellor saw that the lone survivor of the garrison attack had gotten to his feet. “You y speak,” the Chancellor said to the guard.
“B??ri Khan fights alongside a witch,” the guard said.
This ti, no one tried to hold back their gasps. The sound filled the roo This was terrible news.
“There is no place for witches in this kingdo” the Chancellor shouted. “Sorcery was outlawed over a hundred years ago.” His outburst surprised even hielf. The Chancellor had honed his skills at keeping his etions hidden. But witches? Witches de his blood boil.
“And yet,” the guard said, with the slightest shrug of his shoulders, “it is her skill that leads the Rouran