Enraged beyond sense, Eterna shrieked her fury. As one, every one of her people who could still fly hurled themselves at the castle. Some of Avane’s people joined them, and even some of mine — I saw Liat in the middle of the fray, and even, to my shock, Sophronia.
Their numbers were considerable, and they were draykoni — physically formidable, and born of a magic they wielded as easily as breathing, even in the midst of the chaos of Orlind. United in fury, their assault should have been impossible to withstand.
But Galy held. Slits opened up all over his walls and a hail of missiles poured forth, drowning his attackers in a deadly flurry. Draykoni screamed and dropped, bleeding and despairing, and still their stolen comrade did not re-emerge.
Even my people, powerful beyond words and ma
