The Lunar Legacy
Jasper’s voice was a deep bellow, his blue eyes locked on the shades to his left, the ice crunching under his boots, the marrow shades closing in, the plateau a battlefield, the chill a constant threat.
“On it, Mar!” Jasper shouted, his voice a deep rumble that echoed across the plateau, his axe swinging in a wide arc, the blade cutting through a shade, its shadowy form dissipating with a wail, the frost dusting his cloak, the wind biting at his skin, the ice shards casting shadows, the plateau a challenge they faced together. “Keep ‘em coming—I’ve got plenty of swing left!” He struck again, another shade dissolving, the blue glow casting jagged shadows around him, the plateau a crucible for
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