Bound moon
"Let them settle into the gorge. Let them think they’ve already won."
We waited ten agonizing minutes as the first rays of gray winter light broke over the peaks of the northern mountains.
Cassian raised a massive iron standard, signaling the start of the advance. The Blood Moon vanguard let out a deafening, unified roar that shook the frost from the canyon walls, beginning their march toward the inner Ashmoor territory.
"Now," I breathed.
I stepped off the outcropping, dropping twenty feet onto the valley floor with Lucian right beside me. We didn't land quietly. The moment my boots hit the frozen dirt, a concussive wave of crystalline silver light burst outward in a thirty-foot radius.