“Are we there yet?” Sen asked for the hundredth time, as they flew over yet another stinking human village.
“Nope, sorry,” manling Kyle replied, his eyes set on the map he struggled to keep pace with the wind. “Ogron was last seen near Haudemer, and this is Pointin.”
“How do you know?” Sen lambasted his minion guide. They had flown all the way across the land, almost reaching the western sea; yet missed the target. “All of your dirty villages look the same!”
“Oh, Your Majesty, I believe the next one will be the right one.”
“And how so?”
“Because of the fires, Your Majesty.”
Indeed, a column of fire rose from the west, on the coast. Sen squinted, noticing a small city under assault by a large group of manlings.
Sen approached the city and circled it from above to take a good view of
