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“If you had not fled, you would have been at our Bastion when Medrion arrived. I would have been there with you. We would both have been killed.”
I paused, lips pursing. “How is your friend?”
“Kalmiya?”
I nodded. “Is she okay?”
“She will live. Helena has skilled healers.”
“I can attest to that. I was in pieces when I got here.”
“I thought…” the Tyrant paused, then breathed in deep and exhaled. “There was a moment, as I flew here, where I thought I would find you adrift on the ocean surface.”
“Dead…”
“This is not an easy trip to make for those without enough Light to do it.”
“What does Light have to do with the flight over from land?”
“Our mortal bodies are fragile, and fallible. They require food, sleep, water… without these things, we suffer as humans do. But those of us who have been on Earth long enough have learned to use the Light to replenish our mortal bodies when there is a lack of sustenance, or a need to go without sleep for a time.”
“That would’ve been handy on the way over.”
“You left before I could teach you,” another pause, “But Icouldteach you.”
I looked over at him again. He wasn’t looking at me, but at the setting sun, at the purples and the orange in the air. A soft gust kicked up from underneath us, rustling his hair as it went past him.His eyes are so blue in this light, they look like they’re made of silver, I mused. “I would appreciate that,” I said. “Is that how you were able to make the trip without passing out?”
The Tyrant nodded. “The journey depleted my Light. Helena’s location out here is deliberate, to ensure any attacking force has to expend resources before getting here.”
“Will that be enough, do you think?”
“Enough?” he glanced at me.
“For us to defeat Medrion.”
The Tyrant sighed. “Medrion is aware of the cost for coming here. He will be prepared for the trip, otherwise he will not make it. But his forces will not be at full strength, and that gives us a fighting chance. If only we had better warriors.”
“What about your people? The Ebon Legion?”
He shook his head. “Some are too injured. Others are fit to fight, but their spirits are broken. Their home was destroyed, and Raziel was killed.”
“I’m sorry… Raziel was your friend.”
“He was formidable. I blame myself for his loss.”
“Don’t do that. Medrion did this, not you. And you just said it yourself, if you had been at that Bastion, you would’ve been killed too. At least now you have a chance to avenge him.”
“Do you truly believe you will be at peace once Medrion is dead?”
“No… but there will at least be a moment of satisfaction as I punch a hole in him with a sword and watch his mortal blood pour out onto a cold, stone floor.”
The Tyrant stared at me, his eyebrows arched. “Remind me never to piss you off.”
“Don’t you forget it,” I said, grinning slightly.
I felt something, then. A cold gust of wind bowled over us both, tugging my hair over the edge of the tower we were standing on. Something soared above us, shooting through the sky like a bullet. An angel. ASeeker.He made a circle of the Bastion, going around the central tower and then diving past the beacon of Light that shone over the water.
He was fast, incredibly fast—and that was worrying.
