Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 27]

The King of Mistral held up his left hand and the man to his left raised his flag. The signal brought the column to a halt, horses stamping skittishly. They stood in the shadow of the artificial forest I'd created to ensnare Salem and a few Soldiers among the column looked to it in awe.

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He gestured to the broken outer walls, their crumbling remains guarded night and day but still a weakness and way in for Grimm and the like.

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Crocea Mors sang as she was torn from her scabbard, reversed and stabbed down into the ground. She pierced inches deep, standing firm as I crossed my hands over the pommel and leaned casually on her, my legs straight and my eyes hard.

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I stood before them all, sword in the dirt, eyes focused on the entitled brat of a king and my attention elsewhere. On the grand forest of silver trees that rose up to our right. For the briefest of moments, my eyes flickered blue.

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If I could form a wall of metal like that, then could I collapse it? Could I break down buildings as easily as I made them? Could I sweep the Ironwood forest onto its side and crush him and his small army in one go? And if I could do that, what could I do with more time and against a larger invading force?

Honestly, I didn't know.

—Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 27]