“It’s Julius, warlord,” said a voice I recognized, but could
not name. “Julius!”
The night
was lit by five thousand orbs of blinding brilliance, arching overhead. I
lowered my lightspear, feeling immediately outclassed. Not since the war of the
first Faith would there have been a bombardment
of the scale and ferocity of this one.
“What about
him?” shouted the warlord over the fury as the barrage came down. This time, I
thought the wall did shake. “Think! Think clearly!”
“We
cannot,” said the voice in the quiet after the impact. “The Neverborn diminish.
Julius has fallen. Three snipers, the corner of the wall. One shot his head. We
reached the top of the bluffs. Julius died the true death. He won’t walk this world
again.”
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