Bound moon
The moment my boots hit the frozen dirt, a concussive wave of crystalline silver light burst outward in a thirty-foot radius.
The front ranks of the Blood Moon vanguard skidded to a halt, absolute terror flashing across their faces as the radiant, blinding light illuminated the grey morning fog.
Cassian froze, his jaw dropping as he spotted us standing alone in the center of the pass, completely unsupported by an army—just a King and a Queen holding the mouth of a kingdom.
"Kill them!" Cassian roared, his voice cracking with sudden, unadulterated panic. "Tear them apart!"