The power of a god. I mused on the remnant's words as I sat on Fable's back, my hands folded in my lap. I had seen many gods, and all of them existed as forces of nature. As well destroy an entire realm in an attempt to kill a god and plunder their power.
The wind picked up, carrying the bite of winter through my wards. I shivered, drawing my cloak a little closer. Everything had moved so quickly once the decision was made, and the hordes marched to war. Already, we were waiting on a small hillock overlooking the outskirts of Roann, not far from the place we had attacked just weeks before. The Infernal horde spread across the horizon like a plague, darkening the crisp white layer of frozen prairie with their numbers.
Somewhere among them was Luke. I touched my lips, still feeling his warmth pressed upon them. A small, anxious thrill went through me, and my tail curled in my lap.
