I shrank back, tail curling around Luke's leg. Fyren meant no ill will by his question; I could feel as much in the bond, but it stung like the harshest accusation.
"I did, but...I didn't know what I was seeing. What I couldn't see." I took a breath, looking up. "But R'lissea can see life force, and I can see mana. It wasn't until we put them together that we realized what was happening."
"I knew it was too easy," Luke cursed, anger creeping into his voice. "Damn that sneaky bastard of a hero. This was the last one before we struck at the capital. And here we thought we were boxing him in, taking his armies from him one by one. If only we'd realized sooner, we wouldn't have played right into his hands."
"His plan was never to face us with his armies, then," Fyren said darkly. "He must understand the qualitative difference between our fodder and his. Even the weakest scion can handle several shambling Risen, much less the evolved demons."
