As they emerged on the other side of the portal, Ren leaped from Kai's arms, her eyes wide with terror. The once beautiful hills were ablaze, and the stench of burning flesh twisted her stomach. Smoke spiraled high into the sky… and yet she could see through it. Somehow, her vision pierced the haze, revealing the massacre hidden within the smoke that curled around them like a living thing.
Zaira, the woman from the training hall who had once urged her to take Arkilla down, was now cradling a wolf's severed head, her grief raw and shaking. Nearby, Rail knelt in anguish, and from the look on his face, Ren didn't need to ask. It was Kamin. Her heart pounded like the drums of a giant's parade beyond the horizon. Even their giants had been wounded.
She had brought destruction to this land.
But why? Had her father, the King of Alvonia, struck a deal with Luther… only to break it?
