Chapter 21

Racing Cliffs

A cacophony of metal streamed into Meng’s ears as she slid under the flaps of her tent. The war camp buzzed with death. Warriors went about their morning routines. As expected, Yaotzin Ardagast’s army was in orderly chaos.

Meng blinked away the sharp morning rays, a cloud of ash, sweat, and dirt burning her nostrils.

“Morninggg, little oneee.” Chasm eyes fixed Meng. I couldn’t tell which one of the three b......