She sighed once again, muttering something about how I should ask my slain enemies who never saw me coming before getting mauled to their deaths, but I no longer paid her any attention because below us, Lionheart finally loomed in full with its titanic walls, fortified towers, and golden banners flapping in the wind.
And my beloved mother and sister… Hold on just a little longer.
The wind licked my face as I dove headfirst toward the ground, witnessing Lionheart stretch out beneath me. Its titanic walls were even more imposing up close: high towers rose into the sky like spears, each manned with watchful guards and armed with siege-grade spellwork. Golden lion banners snapped in the breeze, but I didn't feel awe.
I felt anger.
Natalie and Poppy were somewhere down there, trapped. Caged. Used.
Not for much longer.
