Our horses come to a halt right before the towering, massive pillar rising from the dead center of the empire.
High up at the very top, silhouetted against the dark, churning sky, Grandpa and Kael stand side by side, their hands outstretched as they maintain the colossal barrier rippling over the kingdom.
Lucian smoothly dismounts from Varkas. Without a word, he steps over to Ravok and reaches up, his large hands anchoring firmly around my waist to help me down.
Through the thick fabric of his heavy imperial coat, I can feel his long fingers settling firmly against my waist before he effortlessly lifts me into the air, setting me down on the cobblestones with as much ease as if I weighed absolutely nothing.
