Chapter 470
“Didn’t every bit of information that we have about the Misti Hawar,“ I demanded, “tell us that they basically worship the wyrms?”
“To be completely correct,” Sybil answered, “they call them little gods.”
“Then why in Nievtala’s name are they using the ‘little gods’ as the first ones to lose their lives against us?”
Nobody answered me, knowing that my question was more rhetorical than anything else. Deciding to come out from under the cover of the forest's edge, mating pairs of the shadow wyrms crawled forward, their long jaws opening and spreading wide as they released their hissing, screeching cries towards the city. I didn’t see any Misti Hawar among them, but the shadows surely contained them somewhere. But how were they living with these creatures that, to my knowledge, would ordinarily eat anything they could get close to? After all, they were in their active period of the year right now.
“Hala,” I called out. She wasn’t immediately by me, and I snarled in displeasure. “Who knows how the cultivation of more flame magic users has gone?”
“We have two on each section of the wall,” Sybil immediately answered.
“There’s only eight? I know there were more.” I demanded.
“There are more,” she answered, “but they have not passed approval to be considered in charge of any section of the wall.”
“Shemira,” I called out, and the gravid Keel popped out nearby. She said nothing, just waiting for my command, and I gave it. “You’re on the north side. I don’t trust that this is all that they’re going to be doing tonight, and you and Sybil will be on the northeast and northwest edges of the wall. Keep morale up, but more than anything, your job is to disrupt general magic manipulation nearby. If you need to—actually, I don’t care what you think. Get Farahlia as well, have her work at your side. Sybil, you take the central section of the north, create a rally point around which the other two can piggyback off of. Together, you should ensure that the north side is protected.”