Ren stopped at the corner of a street that seemed to be the limit of a relatively safe distance for approaching the march. He studied the horizon above the houses where dust and occasional mana flashes could be seen marking the position of Kharzan's army march.
After thinking for a moment about his next course of action...
"We could use a look from an elevated place," he murmured, squinting his eyes. Not having any beast among the four of them that could fly very high was a problem.
'Maybe we can throw you very high?' 'don't even think about it!'
"Then…" Ren looked at the girls, "without knowing exactly how things are, we shouldn't advance further. The right moment for us to enter is when the fighting ends and the infected are down…"
Rushing into active combat would accomplish nothing except getting them killed.
"So any ideas of a good high place?"
"How high do you need?" Larissa asked, following his gaze toward the distant chaos.
