Dessa was seemingly not doing anything suspicious.
She was merely placing one of her burned webbed hand against the side of Wagon Eighteen to steady herself.
However, Simon could see that a thin stream of water was leaving her fingertips.
The thin stream of water slipped through a crack in the wood, travelled beneath the cargo inside the wagon, and then it entered the formation lines that were protecting the cargo.
Simon narrowed his eyes the moment he saw this, but he didn't react immediately.
There were formations protecting the cargo, and Simon could see that the formations were being deactivated as Dessa channeled water into the wagon.
'Is she one of the seven nails?'
Before he could ponder on this thought, his instincts flared warning signals at him.
Simon's eyes flashed with a cold light and he quickly took a step to the side.
Whoosh!
A fire ball missed him by a few inches and landed on two unfortunate demons.
