Blades, boulders, magical spells, just about anything that would kill anyone wanting to escape from the tower.
It would take a genius not to trigger any of the one hundred flight of stairs, which half of it were booby trap triggers.
Ari heaved a deep sigh, and it didn't escape the listening ears of another warrior who was on his toes to see his queen candidate emerge victorious and first to present the red caps.
"You seem worried, fellow warrior." Nickolai poked his head over Ari's shoulder.
He had been dashing in his elegantly white cloth. If humans were to see him right now, they would have thought of him as an angel as what humans had always mistaken his kind, the light faeys.
"Mind your own business, twerp." Ari shook him off.
