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They approached the forgotten city, ducked low in the whispering grass. The stench of rot and mud drifted toward them on a light wind, along with the burning choke of fire from the nearby demon camp. Eurig tried to ignore the thudding of his heart. He and Norah had to avoid being spotted. If the demons caught them…

Still, he yearned to get a look at them, to see exactly what they’d face. When they reached the muddy wall that snaked around Munlin, Eurig motioned to Norah that they should climb. She nodded and followed him up the mound, their hands and feet sinking into the mud. His knees got caked in the grime of it. By the time they reached the top, they were both covered in it.

Norah frowned down at her soaked leathers, but she didn’t complain. “Might have been easier to go through the gates.”

“Lord Worm will have guards stationed there. We don’t want him to know we’ve come. Besides…” He lifted his gaze to the camped army. “I wanted to get a look at that.”

Even in the darkening dusk, Eurig’s eyesight let him see the camp in detail. There were thousands of them, armed demons with crackling skin and claws as sharp as knives. Well over seven feet tall, they roamed through the camp, pounding their fists against broad, muscled chests and shouting words that Eurig did not understand. From beside him, Norah swallowed hard.

Before the demons could spot them there, they dropped down on the other side of the wall, feet thudding against the ground.

“That’s a big army,” Norah muttered. “And they’re huge.”

“They far outnumber us, even combining all three armies together.” Eurig’s jaw clenched. “The only hope we have is that the castle’s walls hold firm against them.”

Norah didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. It was a wild hope, a long-shot. Without somethingelse, they were never going to survive. Bree had come here for that something else, Eurig knew it. He hoped she’d found whatever it was.

The fate of the worlds depended on it.

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