An auburn-haired female Cherxanain named Corya landed in a clearing somewhere near Raedam Forest, several leagues northeast of the Aryad.

Her black wings transformed into robes that covered her lithe, armored figure; Corya then wandered toward the nearest tree, entering the sea of green around her. “Darov?” That name left Corya’s lips in a hesitant whisper. They had just completed the soulmate ritual around two months ago, and the giddy possessiveness still clung to her.

But, aside from that, a rumor that seemed to have begun last century had been plaguing her lately: many soldiers had been disappearing without a trace.

Her relationship with Darov, despite the happiness it had made her for the first time in a long time before she knew him, it also set her on edge. Soldiers having...

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