Reconnaissance“Nightbringers, again,” Hayyan whispered. “They’ve taken over my whole life.”
Bri put his hand on Hayyan’s shoulder. “We’ll deal with them, don’t worry.”
“What are they?” Marcus asked.
“Creatures of magic,” Hayyan said, their voice flat. “Essentially mindless. They just search out life and kill it.”
“At least they were when we fought them,” I said. “Those . . . did not go according to plan.”
Hayyan tilted their head, but before I could elaborate, Marcus asked another question: “How did they end up here?”
“I brought a mage to look at the Nightbringers. He said he would send information to a colleague here, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time.”
“We can’t fault you for that, Chase,” Hayyan said.
“How do we fight them?” Avinna asked.
“Arrows and piercing weapon
