Ayla
The ground quivered beneath my feet as we stared toward the hilltop a few yards away. Dark Fae soldiers, dozens of them, maybe hundreds… all on the march, with a frenzied mass of darklings circling overhead. Maxim had been right, we could never have overpowered them directly, not with Jordan weakened as he was. There were just too many of them. The marching rows seemed endless.