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Bard
Just as he had that day in Jori’s tent, Wells sat cross-legged with unseeing eyes as he blocked Shiro from the Unreal. His back nestled between the exposed roots of an enormous tulip poplar. All the Sentries were spread out around the forest. It was essential that Belik’s forces not find them all together because they wouldn’t be able to defend themselves. Their minds had gone to a steady buzz of pain and abstraction.
Bard hated to see Wells like that, but Sentries were one of their greatest weapons. Kiria’s side could mess up communication between higher ups, but Belik didn’t have that power. Except with Firian, apparently.
Bard bit his lower lip. Not good. But Firian had surprised him before. He’d figured out that horrible killing ability and had also saved his life, so anyth
