I must be dreaming. The gates to Fanelia grew larger as she approached. It was a small, crowded country filled with weak-minded peasants. That same bitter smell filled her nostrils, like something burning. It caused her insides to twist and dance excitedly.
Gates can t stop melefs.
Go away, she commanded. I want to test the strength Brother wouldn t let me have. From the Alseides s hand spewed several claws of gleaming metal. They struck the guard tower, shredding it like fine paper. She felt a thrill as the gates were then sliced and destroyed with only the slightest effort.