The Innkeeper's Spell - Part 5

The Garrish forces had been washed away by the mountain I’d turned to sand, but in the distance, they were regrouping, pulling their men out. The mass of an army was still churning forward.

“I can’t believe what you did to my fort.” Melida gasped again. “My grandfather is going to kill me.”

“Again. It wasn’t me!” I held my hands up, the picture of innocence, making myself wince as my head throbbed. Throwing around so much magic had strained me.

Cyam landed the carriage in a rushed, bumpy landing on the ruins of the fort.

“Brusset, get me a pair of boots and a coat. I need to get something thicker than my nightgown to take on an army.” Melida huffed and stormed out of the carriage even as it melted away. “Ard, get going. Emlyn, Zuri. We’re going to deal with the pass.”

I didn’t focus on what else she said, instead sitting down amid the ruins and focusing on my soul, bringing myself to Soulgard as Maribelle and Aurelia took up on either side of me.

It didn’t take long for me to find myself once again in the giant fortress city. Though, calling it a city was a little bit of a misnomer. A city wasn’t just the buildings, it was the people, and currently, there were none.

A section of the wall gleamed as it had been turned to bluesteel.

That part had withstood the onslaught from Colin.

The spot that crumpled inward had pushed material out and broken the stone sections alongside it. Nearly half the wall around Soulgard needed repairing after my deconstruction of the mountain.

I rolled up my sleeves and got to work, only to look up as my eyes went wide at what I saw there.

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Release date

Lydbog: 25. december 2024