"Do you still think that Marquis Bors has a chance of winning this war against Lady Ashlynn?"
Hugo's question hung in the air like a headsman's axe, ready to fall on Liam Dunn and the young lord struggled to find an honest way to answer it as doubts wracked his mind.
"I know the Eldritch are powerful," Liam admitted as he looked at the glowing Runic Blade that a single Eldritch sorcerer could use to bend the weather to his will, covering leagues of Hanrahan Barony in a blizzard fiercer than any they'd seen in a dozen years or more. "But we have powerful warriors of our own, and men who can command the power of the Holy Lord of Light to turn the tide of battles."
