The Last Emberblade

ve. His wound was deep, but not fatal. A few he

gathering his things. "The Wraithbo

felt strange in his hand, as if it didn't belo

the Emberblades ever since the war," Maelis explained. "They feed on mag

s jaw. "What's t

gdom, older than magic itself. It was there at the

he knew was small, simple. But now, it s

ttention back. "Pack your thin

't shake the unease in his chest. "I want answ

ing darker there. "We're not running, Aric. We're surviv

began packing his things, the wei

cross the ridges. The storm wasn't just

c felt something stir in the distance a shadow, creepin

ng. And it