A dark mist loomed over the gorge. It was impossible to tell how deep it ran. From the distant echoes, the earth still cracked, like it dug deeper into its own self. The sound of rushing water was unmistakable, but it was too far below to be seen.
A storm had begun. Like the skies mirrored the devastation wrecking the earth. Or maybe the essence of the realm was being fractured by the invasion of another realm.
Dragons soared overhead. The first and second squadron had merged at the location of the gorge.
The third squadron and the mage unit had been reassigned. To the nearest human settlement to Aloria.
The Fae would take the place of the mage unit. And their battalions made up for what the dragons lacked in manpower.
They still actively evacuated Aloria. No one wished for the worst case scenario, but everyone was clear on what it was.
Kirgan had joined Lodenworth in the hunt for Beoruh. With a newly born child in hand, he could not have gotten far.
