He glanced up at her, her body shining like the sun itself, the light radiating across the battlefield, stretching far beyond a Fae’s line of sight. She wouldn’t leave a single soul forgotten.
The Dark Fae dared to scramble after him again.
He melted the world at their feet. None even had time to scream as his flames consumed their bodies. The scent of burning flesh blended with the rot of their blood, bathing the air in an acrid stench he’d hoped to never experience again.
He would burn it all until nothing remained but the radiant light from his Queen.
The King sensed her shift before a piercing cry echoed across the battlefield.
It was done.
The shining light that had just been surrounding her dimmed to a soft glow pulsing from her golden feathers.
Then her predatory gaze locked on the male across the field.
He was using a glamour to conceal himself.
As if such trivial magic would work on them.
Vairik’s arms were at his sides, his eyes wide as he beheld the two beings he’d rendered into mere myths.
The King positioned himself to face this insignificant creature, then reared his head back and roared, sending a spout of fire straight for him.
The male’s face paled. Satisfaction rose through The King as Vairik realized his pathetic glamour held no sway over them.
His Queen loosed another battle cry, then dove.
The King let his wings spread wide, then he took off running and launched himself into the sky.
Then he let the world burn.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Raevina
Raevina stared skyward as her king and queen tore through the heavens, soaring above the battlefield and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
They weren’t Fae.
They were legends.
She could feel her own fire responding, ready to purge the world at their sides.
“They found him,” Raevina said, her voice no longer haggard, body no longer drained.
Talon stepped up beside her. “They’ll need help.”
Raevina watched the Dark Fae flee before her monarchs. Stories come to life that her father had always claimed were nothing more than children’s fairy tales.
“No,” she said, “they won’t.” But that didn’t mean she would sit on the sidelines.
Raevina raised her blade. Not because they needed her, but because she would fight beside her king and queen the way her ancestors should have done long ago.
And this time, they would emerge victorious.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Arianna
