The attack came at three in the morning.
I woke to alarms screaming and Azryth already out of bed, power manifesting around him like a storm about to break.
"Get up," he said, his voice cutting through my sleep-fog. "We're under attack."
I was moving before my brain fully caught up, grabbing clothes, feeling the binding crackle with his urgency.
"How many?" I asked, pulling on boots.
"Too many." He was at the window, looking out. "Multiple signatures, hunter wards and Covenant markers, they're working together."
"What?" That didn't make sense, hunters and Covenant hated each other, they'd never coordinate..
"They're not coordinating," Azryth said, his expression going dark. "They're competing, both attacking simultaneously because neither wants the other to capture me first, or you."
Then I understood.
"Veyrith," I said. "He fed them intel about each other."
