They were now at the edge of the field, and what Sugar saw with the eyes of her soul horrified her. A dozen Walkers in their crab-spiked armor were herding the souls of the dead, using their spears to keep the orange skir at bay. Other Walkers were ranging out, calling out to the dead. A death ship anchored at the mouth of the river. She knew what was coming: sooner or later those horrid skir they’d used to collect the souls of the dead at Blue Towers would arrive and take the souls to that ship. The whole army would be butchered and their souls harvested. The skir had to be stopped. And the only way to do that was to take away the Skir Master’s control. But there was no way Urban’s men would be able to fight through the ranks of Mokad’s army to reach the Skir Masters. Withers had told her the lore the Skir Masters wielded gave them power, but it also gave them a vulnerability, changed the nature of the flesh while the lore operated, exposing the soul.
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