Xander

“Flank left, flank left!”

“They’re coming in from all sides!”

“Goddess above, where are they coming from!”

“Flank right, you ridiculous—”

I wince and try to drown out the noise of mind-links flying back and forth. It’s hard to say how long ago the alarm went up now, but I know I’ve been standing on the nearest balcony ever since, staring at the distant dunes over which I know the battle is happening. Dun’s Crossing ...