Chapter 284

The writhing nests of hissing emerald vipers gradually faded from view. The heat boiled away the fog, and the guards atop Nightsong’s walls suddenly found their sight clearing.

Only then—peering out by beacon-light and torchflame—did they realize that on the charred, fire-reddened ground there were only the half-burned carcasses of dead horses.

There wasn’t a single trace of human bodies.