The Lycan King’s Pawn
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"Your line ends tonight, Lord Valen."
"No!" Lyra screamed from the top of the tower.
She didn't use flint. She didn't use steel. Lyra focused every ounce of the bright, warm magic left in her blood from the Tears-of-Light lotus. She threw her hands forward toward the massive brazier.
A blinding beam of pure blue fire erupted from her palms, striking the oily wood.
FWOOSH!
A pillar of brilliant blue flame shot up into the sky, lighting up the entire mountain range like a new sun. The bright light washed over the courtyard below, blinding Malakor and his dark army.