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The soldiers of this army are wraiths, they look like normal Nayaki soldiers but they are undead, they match the strength of the king and they cannot be killed. The second secret is the warrior hornets, they are always summoned at the last minute. They were mostly left at the palace during the war to protect the Queen. Since Treven knew the identity of the person wielding Hwaja's magic, he left all of the hornets at home, they are the one thing Hwaja fears the most. If His aunt manages to attack his Queen alone, the hornets will sting her to death. Besides he trusts the power that Natalí blessed his Queen with.

Asura thought hard. "Who do you think wouldn't be surprised to see a talking praying mantis?!" Arya Santanu pointed sharply at the little grasshopper. But from outside, Arya Santanu heard that the soldiers were about to enter here. "We have to go! Hurry up and use our wings!" Arya Santanu immediately grabbed the praying mantis by the back and told it to join him. IT'S HIM! FAST ARROW! "ARGH! Why do they like using arrows so much?!" Asura immediately took cover behind Arya Santanu's neck.

Fuck, I’d give just about anything to be one of them. A horn blows, low and resonant. I cock my head. I haven’t heard that before. Moonlight Hollow is attacking, Kieran says urgently. Here.

Aiden stepped forward, unslinging the weapon. It wasn’t a gun, though it had a trigger. It wasn’t a blade, though it gleamed like one when the last light hit it. A twisted staff of iron and bone, forged through pact-fire, lined with teeth that weren’t human or animal. The Hollowpact called it Naithur’s Spine. It hummed softly, like breath in a deep cavern. “Don’t shoot to kill,” Lark reminded. “Let it touch them. Let it change them.”

He called back to Riven, “Hold the line!” Aria mounted again, and with Kael beside her, they tore through the narrow pass, flames igniting around her like a trail of burning light. The Hollow of Thorns was less than a mile away now—and if they didn’t stop the ritual in time, the world might never be the same. — The Hollow of Thorns lay at the heart of the mountain, a natural crater ringed with blackened trees and ancient standing stones. Runes glowed red across the rock surface, and at the center, a circle of cultists chanted in a language long forgotten.

I had no intention of killing them. Those two went down and the others came at me. One of them had a hidden knife that I had already taken note of when I saw him standing earlier but he didn't know that. Just as he got closer to me, he brought it out ready to attack me just as his partner had jumped in the air on the opposite end. I rolled my eyes at how dumb and stupid they were with that move. I simply ducked and they ended up clashing into each other, the one with the knife, stabbing his partner deeply that he let out a loud yelp that startled the rest in the room.

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

The cabinet toppled, crashing onto the entryway, but through the gap smoke and shadows poured in. They weren’t human. The Hollowed. But not the skeletal ones we’d fought in the gorge. These were armored, metal plates and tubes fused into their bodies, red optics glowing where their eyes should be. The twisted results of the Nest’s dark experiments. “Fire!” I yelled, opening fire. Sparks flew as the bullets bounced off their armor. Regnar roared and launched himself at the first, fighting with fists and wings. Damian moved like a shadow, his blades searching for cracks in the plating.

“So that’s the leverage they used.” I sucked in air, throat burning. “Let her go.” He tilted his head. “She isn’t mine.” “She’s not theirs either,” I snapped. Outside, Vesper shouted something I couldn’t fully hear—then a crash, like someone was slammed into stone. The cage shook again. The crack widened. The Hollow King stepped fully into the first cage, ash-pale body tall and calm, like he’d always belonged here. The carved crescent on his throat glowed faintly, not from rune-light but from something deeper—like his voice had teeth even when it was silent.