The destruction of the first core had been a masterstroke.
"Now it shouldn't be able to expand as it should," Coleoran explained, rising from his throne to walk toward them, looking at Kassian with special interest. "Its complete form can no longer be. The other cradles no longer make sense without the main core that would coordinate them."
It was a victory that compensated for many of the recent 'small' losses. Without the golden light's ability to coordinate and expand systematically, their enemies had lost one of their most dangerous weapons.
And what had once been a network of interconnected threats had become isolated pockets of resistance, each vulnerable without the central coordination that would have made them so formidable.
Kassian nodded with approval, but Ravenspire remained more cautious. The enemy had used the light in the war, and his refined instincts were detecting other nuances in his king's mood.
He was right...
