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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE- THE ENCAMPMENT

With not even a sword on his hip, Daniel stalked to the stables, took the saddle horn in his hand, and then mounted his horse in a single motion. His heels dug deep into the animal’s sides, and it carried the King away with a jolt that startled the other horses.

His Riders gave chase to Daniel, who was nearly a furlong from the gates already. The Darke King rode fast and bound over streams and downed trees that blocked his path. Like a torch in a windstorm, flecks of charred pieces of Daniel’s fear and devastation blew off him and blanketed everyone who followed.

Every scorching bit that slapped Haldir’s face was a hint of the Hell about to rain down on the unsuspecting rapist hiding in the encampment they were barrelling towards.

In all the years that he’d been traveling back and forth between the worlds, Haldir never encountered a Firebreather, and the anticipation of seeing one in all its glory made his whole body numb.

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