Traded to the tyrant
"Burn their minds. Leave only the girl breathing."
The three anchor-bearers slammed the iron butts of their staves into the ground. The violet light within the volcanic glass surged into a blinding, jagged flare, radiating immense heat that turned the surrounding mud into boiling steam. A violent, concussive wave of black psychic static slammed against Elder Corina’s golden barrier, sending cracks of blinding light spidering across the dome.
"Now," Draven roared.
The Red Gorge exploded into violence.
From the high crimson cliffs, Kira’s skirmishers and Reka’s archers rose. A devastating rain of heavy iron javelins and black-fletched arrows descended on the Silvermark column, punching through