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"Reposition!" Aedion roared The Bane were already heaving against the wheels that would rotate the catapults on their wooden stands Within seconds, they had aimed at another spot; within seconds, the Fae royals were lifting more oiled boulders from the stockpile Darrow had acquired over weeks and weeks

He didn’t give Morath a chance to recover "Fire!"

Boulders soared, fla

The explosions on the battlefield shook the city walls this time

Another cheer went up, and Aedion motioned the Bane and Fae royals to halt Let Morath think that their stock was depleted, that they only had a few lucky shots in their arsenal

Aedion turned back to the siege ladder as the first of the Valg grunts cleared the walls

The round, courtesy of a waiting Bane soldier

Aedion unstrapped the shield froled his sword as the wave of soldiers crested the walls

But it was not a Valg foot soldier who appeared next, cli man’s face was cold as death, his black eyes lit with unholy hunger

A black collar was clasped around his throat

A Valg prince had come

CHAPTER 86

"Focus on the ladder," Aedion snarled to the soldiers shrinking from the handsome demon prince who stepped onto the city walls as if he werebut a black tunic cut to his lithe body

The Valg prince s a sword fro for you"

Aedion struck

He did not haveto combat the dark power in the prince’s veins, but he had speed He had strength

Aedion feinted with his sword, that ordinary, na with his own blade--just as Aedion sla him back Not toward the ladder, but to the Mycenian ielded the firelance--

The Mycenian was dead

The prince chuckled, and a whip of dark power lashed for Aedion

Aedion ducked, shield rising As if it would do anything against that power

Darkness struckwith the reverberations

But the pain, the life-draining agony, did not occur

Aedion instantly parried, a slash upward that the Valg prince dodged with a hop to the side

The demon’s eyes ide as he took in the shield Then Aedion

Then the Valg prince hissed, "Fae bastard"

Aedion didn’t knohat it meant, didn’t care as he took another blast upon his shield, the battlements already slick with blood both black and red If the Mycenian nearby was dead, then there was another down by Ren’s ladder--

The Valg prince unleashed blast after blast of power

Aedion took each one upon his shield, the prince’s power bouncing off as if it were a spray of water upon stone And for every burst of power sent his way, Aedion swung his sword