Wanderers Of the Night
He knew what that meant.
“War,” Yarsi breathed. Somewhere on the edge of visibility, the sorcerers of Bitra were rushing in their direction in a large detachment. For a moment, he saw Mida's worried face very close, met her eyes. The sorceress shuddered sharply, turned pale, and even pulled on her horse's reins.
“You're late, Mida.” His ghostly voice echoed through consciousness, making people clutch their heads in their hands and groan in agony. Mida waved her hand furiously, covering her squad with a protective dome.
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