CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Kyra rode across Escalon, as she had all day and night, desperate to reach Andros, to free her father before it was too late. It had been a long, harrowing night of riding, guided only by the stars, and yet she had persevered, knowing every moment was precious, knowing there was no chance to stop.
Despite the sleepless night, Kyra felt stronger than ever. She rode, driven by a sense of purpose, and felt ready, ever since her healing, to take on the hordes of the world. She reflected on her training, her newfound ability to summon her powers, to move objects with just with her mind, and she knew they were real. She felt ready to confront whatever army faced her, to do whatever she had to do to save her father—even if it meant her own death. She only prayed that it was not
