Tristan gasped. After giving Shailiha a final look of farewell, Tristan turned to face the fighting. Tears filling his eyes, he clung unashamedly to his mother’s skirts. Red dirt maelstroms whirled angrily, burning Tristan’s skin like red-hot needles.
“For the formula to work, you must pour the contents into the water bit by bit, until it is gone,”Faegan had told him. But he will also be headstrong and impatient. Surely you have heard of it! Moreover, I alone command the Minions of Day and Night—the flyingwarriors who helped bring you victory this night. The fat jailor smiled.
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