THE SILVER LINING
Miyal was the master key, and whatever had gained hold of him was a thousand times worse than anything they battled in the battlefield.
"Miyal," she breathed, the name slipping past her lips like a prayer, but she couldn't be certain if it was to offer it to him or to herself.
Abruptly, the wind changed, bringing with it an unwholesome, unnatural silence. The earth underfoot trembled once more, but this time it wasn't the animals it was the land itself, responding to the energy that Miyal had stirred.
And then she saw him.
Amidst the writhing chaos of animals and the screaming gusts, there was a figure at the boundary of the battlefield, stationary his silhouette clear.
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