No, Dorian only draped an arm over her, and pulled her tightly against him.
Two of those witch towers had been directly over the pits. Pits that they had filled with the chemical reactors and powders that fueled Rolfes firelances, then concealed beneath the earth—waiting for a spark to ignite them.Those two towers now lay in scattered ruin, their wyverns broken beneath them, soldiers squashed under falling stone.
Yet one still stood, the pit it had been closest to exploding too soon. One of the wyverns who had pulled it had been hit by debris from another tower—and lay either dead or injured.And that third remaining tower had stopped.A wicked, low horn sounded from the enemy host, and the army halted, too.
Thank the rutting gods, Rolfe said, head bowing.But Aedion was still staring at the plain—at the figures on horseback galloping to Orynths walls. Making sure they all returned.
How long will that stop them? Evangeline asked.
Everyone, Darrow included, turned to the girl. No one had an answer. No lie to offer.No embers trailed her. Mud did not hiss beneath her boots.
There was no fire at all. Not a spark.As if Maeve had snuffed out that flame. Made her fear it.
Aelin cut through the neatly organized tents, past horses and their armored riders, past foot soldiers around campfires, past the ruk riders and their mighty birds, who filled him with such awe he had no words for it. All the way to the eastern edge of the camp and the plains that stretched past, the space wide and hollow after the closeness of the army.She didnt stop until she reached a stream theyd crossed only hours ago. It was nearly frozen over, but a stomp of her boot had the ice cracking. Breaking free to reveal dark water kissed with silvery starlight.