Along the length of the plateau, the hum of restless wings filled the air. The odhonata were intuitive, and they could always tell when a storm was coming. This, however, was a storm the likes of which they’d never seen. There looked to be about ten destroyers heading for Shan Mawr—not the swifter, smaller transport type, either, but the slow and massive warships.
“We’re under attack,” Enwha cried, wheeling around. Her gaze settled on Banzhear, who was nearest to her. “Moorfainian destroyers are approaching!”
Banzhear swayed when he saw the metal monstrosities, raising a shaking hand to his chest. “Leviathan help us,” he murmured.
“I’ll warn the shaman,” said Enwha. “You spread the word. Tell everyone Shan Mawr is in danger.”
Banzhear pursed his lips and nodded, then ran to sound the a
