The three Saints remained suspended above the encampment, making no attempt to advance. Their presence alone had silenced much of the valley. Along the fortifications, people held their weapons, waiting for an attack that never came.
Eventually, Elion clicked his tongue.
"Let's hear what they want."
His wings unfolded, and he rose above the defensive line. Kali followed beside him, while Althea, Solara, Princess Isla, Evander, and Xavier joined them. They stopped well short of the Saints, leaving a broad stretch of open sky between the two groups. At their level, hearing one another across that distance presented little difficulty.
Elion studied Albert before giving him a faint smirk.
"You don't look so good."
The man was still somewhat pale. His missing limbs had been restored, and there was no visible trace of the grievous wounds he had suffered, though that wasn't particularly surprising.
