On the stone platform, Ashlynn turned her attention from Nyrielle to Dirar as soon as she was certain that her lover was fine. She doubted that this was Rastlan's fault, but whether the flash had come from his arrows of light or something Aspakos had done, Dirar would know the most about the sorcery both men used.
"Lord Dirar," Ashlynn said, swallowing heavily and speaking through clenched teeth while she glared at Aspakos. The feathered sorcerer looked completely unharmed, and no new cracks had formed on the barrier of ice.
"What exactly was that?" Ashlynn asked as she clenched her fist. "I didn't think the Sovereign of the Stars or his followers had the power to call upon the light of the sun," she said. "And did that come from Rastlan's arrows or…"
"It was the Trumpet of Dawn," Dirar said in mild disbelief, as if he'd seen something truly unexpected. His eyes were fixed on Aspakos, whose hand held a series of glittering stars that formed the shape of a curled horn.
