For a heartbeat, there was only the cold rush of the wind and the fading snarls of the Orcish horde. Then, the she had hidden beneath her cloak snapped open. The enchanted silk caught the updraft, jerking her skyward.
Below her, the Iron Spire shrank into a needle of black rock. She looked toward the horizon, where the first light of a true dawn was breaking over the . The Orcs could not follow her into the light. She had done the impossible: she had fled the Final Gate, and for the first time in a decade, she was free.
"There! The human vermin!" a guttural roar erupted. , the Orc-Chieftain, stepped into the torchlight. He wasn't truly blind—he saw through the eyes of the carrion crows that circled the tower. He swung a flail made of dragon-bone, shattering a stone pillar near Elara’s head. The Leap of Faith