Chapter 85

A strong blizzard was sweeping across the land.

Ayla lay awake in bed, listening to the howling of the wind through the window while her mind wandered. After thirteen years, she finally remembered her past with Rhobart. How much they loved each other and what they had had to endure. It was not all because of her father, as Sarya had told her, but rather because of the war with the Orcs. Rhobart and her were the only hope to defeat the Orcs. Rhobart was a skilled warrior and had already won a war, but she didn’t understand why she was important. She barely knew how to defend herself with a dagger and knew nothing about wars. The previous night, she felt the sparks of magic being born inside her, but her magic was too delicate to use yet. Nor did she know how. Sarya had told her she wouldn’t need magic runes to channel her mana, but she still didn’t know what spells she could use.

Rhobart stirred something over the fire. Since he got up, he had tried to be quiet, probably not wanting