Reneira grinned, a flicker of mischief twinkling in her eyes. "You'll see."
Rail didn't argue further, but a sudden thought pulled his attention elsewhere. Someone was missing. His gaze swept the tent, and then it struck him. Agara. The Fae prince wasn't present. Which could only mean one thing: the Fae were coming.
His doubt melted into certainty.
If the Fae King himself, or Lucieth, appeared and cast a sacred formation, they might actually shatter the enemy lines. They could burn through those immortal beasts like wildfire. But the thought haunted him, what would the Fae demand in return? They never gave without a cost.
An hour passed in tight-lipped calculation. Every scenario turned in their minds like blades being sharpened. Then Kaisun called for Siamon.
"Gather all the Alphas," he ordered, "in the humans' strategy tent. Have the human commanders and ministers join too. No delays."
The order echoed, and soon preparations began.
