Nott didn't hesitate. Without a second thought, she grabbed Stransa's hand and, with a powerful shove, propelled Vidar off the cliffside. A split second later, she pulled Stransa and herself over the edge, plunging into the roaring darkness below. Follow the newest chapters on novelping(.)com.
Above them, pinned by the glowing spear, Steven watched, a weak, triumphant smile gracing his bloodied lips. It had worked. His roar had given them the precious seconds they needed. He whispered, his voice barely a breath, the last part of his will into the fading beacon of his spell, a final plea carried on the wind: "Find them, Asha. Help them." And with that, his light, his vibrant life, was extinguished. He died, just as Trogvir stirred back to consciousness.
Trogvir stumbled to his feet, a throbbing pain in his head, the warm, sticky flow of blood from his ears a grim testament to Steven's final, desperate act. He walked slowly, unsteadily, to the fallen Tigren. He looked down at Steven's lifeless form, then, with a warrior's silent respect, closed his own eyes for a moment. There was no joy in this kill, no triumph in ending such a formidable opponent. A soldier, however, followed orders.
He opened his eyes, scanning the turbulent waters of the river far below. No sign of Nott and her companions. The swift current would have carried them away quickly, but Trogvir was no fool. He wasn't going to assume them dead. He would assume they survived, and he would hunt them again.
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