Once the archers were in position, Seraine, Zimfe, and Ryell got as close as they could without risking being spotted. The attention of the Tivarashan group was on the battlefield, but one turn of a head could be all it took to notice the three intruders hidden in the bushes at the edge of the forest.
Ryell couldn’t help glancing beyond the gathering, at the battlefield itself. Two masses of people were clashing in chaos with little respect for tactics. He had no doubt that the generals and other commanders were doing their best to keep the armies in line, issuing order after order, but he had enough experience to know that once blade met blade and blood stained the ground, primal instincts often took over.
In the rain of arrows and with natural and magical fires blazing all over the bat
