Page 129 of Warlord's Plaything

I want to fight.

I want to kill every last one of these bastards for thinking they can trap us like dogs.

But I’m not stupid.

Varian is right.

If we stay here, we die.

"Form a path to the tunnels!"I order, my voice sharp as steel.

A plan is already forming in my mind, fast, reckless, but the only chance we have.

We need to get out.

We need to get underground.

And we need to fucking live long enough to make these bastards pay.

The fight doesn’t stop.

Blades clash, bodies fall, blood spills, the sounds of war roaring louder than anything I’ve ever known.

The rebellion fights like hell, carving a brutal, desperate path toward the underground tunnels buried beneath Herox’s land.

But as I glance back—my chest seizes.

The battlefield is littered with corpses.

Our corpses.

I’m afraid we’re not getting out of here.

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XYRON

Everything is fire.

Everything is blood.

Everything is fucking falling apart.

I move like a beast unleashed, hacking, slashing, tearing through the sea of bodies that try to cut me down before I can reach her.

Hira is somewhere in the chaos, somewhere beyond the crush of warriors, somewhere still fighting, still breathing, still fucking alive.

She has to be.

If she isn’t?—

I will burn this entire goddamn clan territory to the ground.

Pain shreds through my ribs as a blade finds its way past my guard.

I barely register it.

A deep gash, more blood soaking into my already-drenched tunic, but I don’t stop.

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