“To Watchful Shore? Are there more secrets?" Godfred couldn't fathom what mad scheme Alavin was hatching, but unable to resist Alavin's command, he had no choice but to take to the skies and fly toward the distant Watchful Shore.
"Do you understand what he has said?" Hamund didn't have time to object.
Eyla appeared contemplative, remaining silent.
Celesse said, "No one is more concerned about Stormcast than he is. There must be a reason for his actions."
"You go on ahead. I'll draw off Lord Viperbane and his lot." Hamund didn't quite grasp Alavin's plan, but he had to let it unfold.
"Be careful!" Celesse was worried for her mentor, for leading off Lord Viperbane's forces in Cloudveil Woods was no easy feat. Once surrounded, her mentor could indeed meet an untimely fate.
"Go!" Hamund channeled his energy, launching them out of the deep valley, and he departed in the opposite direction, deliberately leaking a trace of his essence to draw Lord Viperbane's attention.
In the dead of night.
Lord Viperbane, the Grand Elder, and Tobin—the three hunting parties converged without wasted words. At the command, two thousand troops and two thousand Magi-Monsters spread out like a flood, racing wildly through the dense forest. They scrambled over branches, humans gritted their teeth, and beasts howled, their eyes red with a nearly insane determination to hunt.
Leading the charge was the Grand Elder, with Lord Viperbane striding through the air and Tobin lurking in the shadows. The three mighty Archmages unleashed their overwhelming Mindfulness, sweeping across vast mountain ranges and ancient woods, sending shivers through the Magi-Monsters and mercenaries in the forest.
Mercenaries and solitary mages practicing in the woods fled in panic.
Was this the force of Cobalt Strike?
Who had provoked them?
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