The infernal horde was on the march just a few hours later. I'd retrieved the Fatesworn garrisoning Darkreign Keep back into Haven, and joined Luke at the front of the horde, riding Fable with Borealis in my lap. Fyren and the apostle walked strangely close, murmuring together in low voices. My ears twitched with curiosity, but I held myself, not wanting to intrude. If it concerned me, they would have included me.
Darkreign Keep was a few days' travel from the border of Radia, in territory that had once belonged to the Beast Kingdom. Perhaps that was where the ancient fortifications had arisen from. Not that it had done the church any more good than the original builders.
