Chapter 122
“Arden’s been right all along,” Magnus muttered, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the battle going on around him.
“What do you mean?” Thorne asked, turning a perplexed gaze toward his brother-in-law.
“She told me that we rely too heavily on our weapons during training and attacks, and not enough on brute strength and sheer willpower,” Magnus said, his eyes still fixed on the courtyard. “She said anyone can learn to shoot a bow or wield a blade, but when it comes to raw physical capability, the Fae are at the bottom of the food chain. None of us can truly fight with our hands—at least, not the way these wolves and witches are showing us.”
“The witches are using magic,” Jace countered, stepping forward with furrowed brows. “In hindsight, they’re just using
