Cain truly believed that today, he would breathe his last breath and that all he could do was pray that Ethan and Doran would avenge him, and that his little brothers would look after their mother.
He crashed through the trees toward the clearing surrounding Goldenveil and when he sensed the blade closing on his back, his eyes squeezed shut.
He braced for the end, but his eyes snapped wide in the next second.
Powerful ice spears tore through the air with a piercing whistle, slamming into his pursuers in explosions that sent frozen shards flying in every direction.
Through the swirling frost, he caught sight of Doran and Ethan sprinting toward him, while above the wall, Alice stood with her hands raised, raining ice magic down upon the enemies.
Within moments, more than a dozen of them had fallen and only one still clung to life, writhing in agony on the blood-soaked ground.
A relieved smile spread across Cain's face as his legs gave out, and he crumpled to the earth.
