CHAPTER 55
Zandaril shuffled tenaciously through the field, in the trampled path of the horde where he could, desperate to get to the fight before it was too late. Penrys’s shield had dropped away before the loud noise, and the shield he’d raised with Rinshradke, pulling in the rest of the surviving captives, was ragged and uneven, despite the power Penrys had charged them with.
He couldn’t reach her through the shield, and the screams and cries that succeeded the explosion had him terrified about what he might find.
They had watched the horde ahead of them drop in the field, and it was a surprise to find they’d been sleeping, not dead, and were now waking up, confused and scared. Rinshradke assigned two of the weakest wizards to stay with them and try and keep them together until help
