Chapter 29

The scream of the Venomfang Serpent had barely faded when the air itself curdled. A wall of pressure, thick as stone and moving with the speed of a falling mountain, slammed into the caravan. The paralysis still held most of the survivors in a cruel, upright state, making them nothing more than rigid pins for the wind to knock down. Wagons were pulverized into splinters in an instant. Horses were swept away like autumn leaves, and the people—flung, impaled by flying debris, or crushed under...