Zophiel had settled in for a long wait, and days later, he was grateful he could tolerate being still for so long. The swarm was finally awake. He wasn’t hundred percent positive, but one of the adaphat had the signature of the one he was sent down to destroy. There were too many of the f*****g things to tell for sure.
He had retreated back to the safety of the tree stand he came down in, going fuzzy around the edges. It was his hope that the creatures had a hard time differentiating his Fire from the massive essences of the old hickory trees. The trees weren’t as bright individually as he was, but the entire group should do it.
The adaphat stayed in their hidey-hole for hours, way past noon, and on until the shadows got longer over the ground. A few oozed out of the building and loped o
