*Saoirse*
I could not remember a time that such a gloomy, depressed aura hung in the Egoren war room. Though we had been victorious over Pyroth’s forces days ago, we had suffered tremendous losses.
The families of the fallen openly grieved, and the wounded overran the hospitals to the point where volunteers had been called in from even the far-flung provinces.
And this was only the beginning.
Pyroth, the rampaging sociopath, was still nowhere to be found, along with a few of his top generals. Some of his upper brass had been sighted circling over some of our major cities but never lowering within rifle range. It gave me a bad taste in the back of my mouth.
Our enemy was up to something. They were spreading our already thin forces out to respond to these dragon sightings, and morale could not have been lower.
