Aerion's brow furrowed. He stared at me for a long while, then at Luke. He didn't seem convinced, but, after sharing a long look with Selena, he finally nodded.
"Very well," he said. "You were able to defeat it before. I see no reason not to trust you now. You would know better than anyone if your power was insufficient. And what of you, demon?"
Fyren snorted, folding his arms. "I will fight where the Oracle needs me. Should that be at her side, or aiding another against a lich, I will see it done."
And so it was decided, and targets chosen. Incinderus and Zephyrsis, accompanied by a detachment of evolved demons and soldiers of the Company, would each eliminate a lich. With me handling the dragon, and Selena volunteering for another, that left only two for the elvish elites to defeat themselves.
"There is but one matter left to discuss," Aerion said, his voice grave. "What of the infernal curses woven within the Black Mist? Have we ascertained their sources?"
