Veelk couldn’t help a smirk as Fyertash carried Kamira away in his makeshift sling. Once all was done, he’d likely hear all the complaints about the means of travel, because he doubted Kamira would enjoy the experience of being out of control and vulnerable. He had to admit he shared that perspective, but at the same time, Fyertash’s ingenious solution was what had saved his life. Otherwise he’d never have made it back home in time for the elders to treat his wounds.
He narrowed his eyes, watching the demon’s flight.
Nearby, one of the devices failed, and a small wave of demonlings attacked. Zelna tensed, but Veelk held his arm out. “We wait.” Something was coming, and he’d rather be prepared for it when it happened than be distracted by something the defenders could probably handle on t
