THE SILVER LINING
Ignatius shouted, his voice ringing across the battlefield.
They advanced, advancing in concert, cutting down whatever approached too closely. Miyal's mind never left Krishna, her face seared in his brain as they battled their way further into the mayhem. He could sense the draw of her presence, thin but certain, drawing him through the insanity.
And yet, even in combat, the shadows around them deepened. It was not merely the monsters—those were only a sign of the deeper evil that was unfolding. Miyal could feel it, as a shadow creeping around the corners of his eye. Vosvak's power was growing, corrupting the land, twisting all that it came in contact with into a parody of what it once had b
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