"So they finally arrive…"
Out in the distance, Fay spotted groups of people in orderly lines, soldiers.
By no,w he had the refugees enter, at least those Mirage deemed safe.
Anyone she marked as a spy was left outside to sleep in the hot sun.
Their army would pick them up soon enough, so Fay did not bother with them.
What troubled him more was how to feed his people with all the fighting that was about to begin.
He had prepared as best he could: dried meat to last a few days, fresh meat from a recent kill, and ice magic from certain creatures to keep it preserved for a longer period.
For now, that was all they had.
Fay's focus shifted to the wave of humans advancing, each group following a different path, each carrying a different flag, each belonging to a different race.
He could not understand how they had all managed to arrive together, as though the entire march had been carefully planned.
