"Just in time."
Jax's voice carried across the battlefield.
For a moment, nobody moved.
The golden light descending from Killian's sword continued pressing against the Faerie Queen's failing defenses, illuminating the devastated forest in brilliant shades of gold.
The ground beneath Elyndra's feet had cracked, and the enormous barrier surrounding her people was seconds away from collapsing.
Then Jax moved, stepping off his Wyvern.
Rather than falling, he descended through the air as though gravity itself had decided to accommodate him.
The pressure surrounding Jax was unmistakable, and the Order of the Dark Knights followed him.
Twenty-four Wyverns descended in coordinated formation, their enormous wings beating against the air. Their riders dismounted almost simultaneously, landing between the Faerie delegation and the attacking army.
