They did a fantastic job of covering the first fifteen.
The forest part got there around 10:00 a.m., and the corrupted soldiers were already there, waiting in the same way that the ambushes had been following them since Riverhold.
Thirty or so fighters in the remains of capital city armor, purple seals shining through the gaps, weapons drawn and lined up across the road in a line that said "chokepoint" in every language Lucian had learned to read.
When Serenia stepped forward past the others, Marshal was already assessing the situation.
"Oh my," Serenia said, as if she were seeing something that wasn't too awful. "That's too bad for them."
Her staff came up, and the golden dome that came from it was not the same healing wave that she'd sent to the army. The barrier was solid.
