Book 6 - Interlude - Kres (II)
Greyroamers could outright swim through the forest like fish in a stream, and Kres had to keep himself steady, legs moving to the beat of the wolf sprinting under him. It didn’t tire out his wings, and his legs were strong enough to keep up with this pace.
The carrion the greyroamers had brought with them soon vanished down their gullets, the giants needing quite a lot more than Kres to keep moving. It didn’t slow down the mission greatly as Kres would take wing during those hunts and spot prey for them with far more ease.
By the time they reached the Great Tree, they found the area to be almost clear of the infestation. Almost, but not quite safe. The miasma was further off in a sloping valley, the spores floating through the air unable to climb up the mountain. It had been slowly eating up tree after tree to climb up, and the pace was clearly languishing. There was nothing to oppose it here, and so it hadn’t been in any hurry.
Silverfur watched the contagion from a tall rock, snarling slightly. “Danger.” He muttered.
Kres gave him an affirmative squawk. “Too close. Should deal with. Not sure if mission done in one hour or more.”
The greyroamer nodded at his side. “Ready.”
It was a thing Kres liked about their species. They seem to organize and understand each other almost instinctively. Plans were formed in a matter of seconds, from idea to execution. There wasn’t the lengthy preparations that the Odin favored, nor endless back and forth bickering.
So Kres took off from his perch, carrying with him the small explosives. The Seidr were in charge of crafting those along with other tonics and medicine, but this one recipe Kres had taken the effort to learn how to brew. Surprisingly, it was less alchemy, but instead craftsmanship. A surprise the Seidr were in charge instead of the Smiðja.
What made it so deadly was the very core of the explosive. A drop of power cell fluid. The very same might and power that fueled machines and even the Icon herself. All of it stemmed from the mite fountains, and so these explosives were the embodiment of mite wrath.