It’s the morning of the attack. My body vibrates with compressed energy and jittery nerves.
Our troops are arrayed in diamond formation. Platoons of defensive specialists, high-powered offense, healer support, and reserve wielders are clumped throughout the slanted rank and file. Valen and the officers are at the core of the formation, keeping watch on all sides. I’m on a rocky hilltop with the double-reserves and the aerial unit, watching the ground troops move out.
“Moment of truth.” Asher fiddles with his battery invention, a bulky metal bracelet. It doesn’t look like much. Then again, I suppose a couple of nine-volts don’t look like much to the n***d eye, either.
He attaches the bracelet to my silver communication ring via wire. If it works, the ring’s airmagic enchantment will carr
