It felt more like a dream, or a nightmare, than reality. Olorus and Worth were at her sides, but here, on the front lines, there was only so much protecting they could do. Her life was in her own hands.

Killing her first Darvellian-parrying his sword strike before running him through with her saber and throwing him to the ground-had inspired a strange reaction in her soul. It was a combination of horror, surreal awe, and glory all at once. Snowflakes clung in her eyelashes as she ...