The wind changed direction, carrying the sounds of fighting from across the city like the thunder of elemental spells, the roars of monsters, and the distant screams of the survivors caught between the two forces. Jorik listened to it the way a commander listened to a battle report, reading the rhythm of the sounds for information that words couldn't carry.
For a moment, Jorik allowed himself to think that this might actually work. Not the food plan, not the slow infiltration that Mara had designed back then, and that Reidar had dismantled in an hour, but this. The portals.
The most important thing here was for the Aegis to retreat from the region, to leave the city.
"There is a chance that thing will come… Actually, it is not low either…"
Then a man entered and told Colt something. At that point, his expression changed.
"What?" Jorik said.
