“The Second Gate,” Brenna commanded, and there was another snap of energy, an explosion of magic.
Some of the soldiers were trying to climb out of the mud pit, but struggling made them sink faster.
Other Gifted knelt, pressed their hands to the ground, and Ciaran saw the ground harden, saw the soldiers’ struggles become more frantic. They were trapped, and they were screaming louder.
Ciaran’s grip on his sword slackened, awed at the sheer power of the other Gifted. The rest of the villagers cowered in terror, but soon they would be safe, and it would be all right.
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