Chapter 29.
Alyssa's POV.
IT WAS Just starting to dawn, the light softly orangely illuminated the battlefield. Perched in the middle of the wrecked altar, I gazed at the shattered stone and the strewn bodies all around.
The stench of smoke and ashes permeated the air, and the terrible calm stood in sharp contrast to the turmoil that had burst only hours before. Though it seemed less like triumph, we had won.
The king failed. His black magic was extinguished at the base of the altar, his twisted body crushed there. But the expense beyond what I could afford. Looking about at the aftermath of the war, my heart hurt. Many had dropped—brave fighters fighting alongside me, friends believing in me even when I hadn't believed in myself.
