For every strategic move on our part, the Faeries were jumping ahead with the hopes of disrupting our plans. And if they'd arrived a bit earlier, they might well have won an overwhelming victory.
Out of the smog flew hundreds of bright lights, enough strength that I had to respect it while not showing how afraid I was. 'How can I help you?'
These were all new faces but carried themselves with an air of self-importance. Much like the royalty we'd encountered and dealt with on Ellize. 'You know why we're here, don't play coy.'
'So, we're dispensing with formalities, good because I wasn't in the mood to pretend anyway. You are here to claim the minds of my people. But you're not wanted, nor are you welcome. Back off.'
They seemed amused, almost enjoying our standoff, while I waited for their next move with bated breath. Then another Faerie edged further forward than the rest. 'Where is Gil? Our faction leader won't respond to us, but we know she's alive.'
