Myrkan’s claws curled into fists and then uncurled, over and over again, as he perched on the rocky island. Around him, sea stretched in all directions, and on a stony beach below him a handful of pactees worked on fixing the leak in one of the barges. With all the magic yalari provided them through pacts, the humans still were unable to handle such simple task with the speed and efficiency Myrkan expected, and he couldn’t help wondering whether summoning all of their asayalari army before traveling across the waters was the right choice. At the same time, he understood it had become a necessity after Veranesh broke free. They couldn’t arrive with no minions to keep all the possible enemies at bay.
He gripped the rock underneath at the very thought. They all felt the collapse of his priso
