The corpses of demonics everywhere made it difficult for them to move forward. But eventually, they were free of the corpses and were climbing the long road to the fortress.
Soldiers stopped and bowed or knelt. Men in the field had begun to sing, and its strains rose like the casting of a unique view from the fields below. Soon, they arrived at the pavilion hall.
The Princess lay in bed in the hall. She raised her head and smiled.
The king released a sigh, as if he had been holding his breath.
Wuyi saw Liwei. She stood in the light of the window behind the hall altar. She appeared inhuman, a fairy of light and color, and she was, to his sight, sparkling with unique bloodline power.
The bloodline power in her had grown. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
