The War for The North [24]
General Hareth did not stop, despite the weight of shame pressing down on his shoulders.
Even though his aged body ached from the blows and spells he took in the midst of the blizzard, his will was as solid as steel.
His duty was not yet over; he might have lost Cassian, but the fate of thousands of remaining soldiers was still in his hands.
He had to welcome the Support Army and transport them safely to the Duchy's capital.
Cryomara would decide what was to be done for Cassian.
The General was ready to pay the price for leaving the young man under his protection in the hands of the witches.
Even if that price was his life, not a single word of objection would spill from his lips.
After a journey lasting days in the merciless whiteness of the North, the sight they had been waiting for finally appeared on the horizon.
The General straightened up on his horse and squinted his eyes.
