MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON
Most never reached their targets.
The Hollow Kings simply lifted their hands and a wall of black mist rose from the ground. The arrows vanished into it, swallowed whole. Gasps spread through the fortress. The Hollow Kings didn't even flinch. My stomach tightened. Five, only five enemies stood beyond the gates, yet somehow they felt more dangerous than entire armies. The central king continued watching me, not the warriors, not Kael, me, as though the battle around us didn't matter, as though he already knew how this would end. I hated that look, that certainty, that ownership.