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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT

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The Final March

Ashley’s POV

The skies over us were unnaturally still.

The type that stops and waits and holds its breath until it is covered with blood.

We were in line on the border of the old battleplain where, they said, the old kings lay resting in their bones under the ground. In front of the army rode Nicholas, in his armour of silver, like splinters of moon. Across his back was flung the Moonshard Blade, where its quiet power hummed to itself in ways we could not effect.

He hadn’t spoken much since the letters.

Since her letters.

But something in him had changed.

He wasn’t walking toward death like a man seeking glory.

He was walking like a man chasing peace.

I grumbled to the squad at my side, "eyes forward," and grasped my staff more firmly. The flames of gold flared up my arms, and my magic was flaring as it always did when danger came near.

The horizon cracked open.

And Selene’s army poured through.

Shadows. Thousands of them.

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