Chapter 516: Demon War Council
Fyren faced down Jessia, his infernal body smoldering with anger. The intensity of the fire within him seeped through the cracks and gaps in his scales, casting an ominous, orange glow over the frost-tipped grass.
"If you had succeeded in collaring her," Fyren growled, his voice flat and filled with chilling certainty, "I would have hunted you down and burned anything left of your corpse."
"Don’t worry, I have no intention of touching the Oracle again. If anything, she’s become one of my favorites." Jessia shrugged, appearing unconcerned, yet there was a slight hesitation in her voice. It was the first time she’d shown such emotion, perhaps aware that the Lord of Ash wasn’t bluffing.
She gave me a wink, and I shuddered, shifting my stance to better hide behind Fable. I knew it wouldn’t make a difference, not when she’d so quickly appeared behind me last time, but having my companion between us eased some of the fear our previous interaction had left me with.
"What do you want?" I finally asked, unable to keep the tremor from my voice. She had burdened us with her presence for too long for simple happenchance. There was no way she didn’t have a purpose.
"Oh, don’t worry, little Oracle," she purred, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I’m not here for you... this time." She winked at Fyren, adding, "I have other prey in mind."
Fyren’s gaze narrowed. "Speak your part, then."
"So hasty," she clucked her tongue. "But anyway, Luke requested your presence. The capital of the Ingrid Alliance is but a day away, and he wants what you have on their defenses."
"I’m no dog to come when called," Fyren growled, his displeasure evident.