Page 74 of Path of the Dark
Dain drew his sword and braced himself to meet them.
He’d just engaged the first Anthor soldier, a small, wiry man with wild eyes, when the ground shuddered.
His opponent stumbled, and Dain seized the opportunity, driving his blade into his neck. The man fell, blood spraying over them both, but Dain was already moving forward.
The ground shook once more and with a whoosh the leaguefort burst into flames.
It went up like a torch—as if it had been doused in oil.
Dain stumbled back. Around him the shouts of panicked men were deafening.
The fire roared high. The heat from the inferno licked Dain’s face, and he brought up his shield to protect it. Flames raced along the walls now, devouring the wood. Dark smoke plumed into the sky.
“Shadows,” the Rithmar soldier beside Dain grunted. “What caused that?”
Dain’s gaze shifted to the small figure a few yards away.
Ninia still sat upon her cob, flanked by two other Enchanters of the Light. Her right arm thrust forward, her fingers splayed as the flames leaped higher still.
Dain heaved in a breath, awe filtering through him. He’d heard about the princess’s abilities, but until now hadn’t witnessed them. A grim smile stretched across his face. With Ninia in their front lines, Anthor didn’t stand a chance.
