Impossible.
That was the word that kept coming to Lyle's head as he beheld what could only be classified as an impossibility.
He had killed him. He was certain there was no means of survival for him. He had pierced his heart directly. Over a dozen shadow arrows pierced his body.
There was no way he should have survived that. No man could have survived that.
He even saw him fall to his death!
He saw his obituary!
So how?
How was that same man standing in front of him?
"Why have you stopped? Go on, run." Barak urged him mockingly, his wife standing possessingly at his side.
Thaddeus, ready to defend his master, had drawn his sword and stood in front of Lyle with both fear and confusion in his eyes. Next to him was the man who had brought the report of the tragonian army entering the forest of the damned. He too stood with his sword drawn.
While Lyle trembled… trembled with unbelief.
