The dark mages responsible for maintaining the black mist remained completely focused on the battlefield below them.
From their perspective, the battle was progressing exactly as planned. The knights had lost their formation, the horses had descended into madness and the two princes were being forced to waste their energy saving their men instead of hunting Gargi down. The black mist continued spreading throughout the ruined streets while the shifters prowled through the darkness, picking off anyone unfortunate enough to become separated.
Neither of them noticed that the battlefield had already changed.
The first mage only felt a slight disturbance behind him, a faint shift in the air that made him instinctively glance over his shoulder. What greeted him was the sight of a tall figure clad entirely in black standing no more than a few steps away.
For a brief moment, confusion crossed his face.
