Feeble barges bounced on the waves in the ruined Devanshari port, and their sides sank deeper in the water as rows of asayalari marched aboard, obedient to the kanyalari’s will. The pactees wove the energy into protective cocoons around the vessels, but Fyertash still doubted all the ships would make it across the sea.
“You seem tense.” Arujhan approached, and his wings caught the morning breeze like the sails of the last Devanshari ships that left the port months ago.
Fyertash allowed himself a grimace. “I don’t like the thought of going over there blind and with almost no army.” They’d only taken enough asayalari to keep their pactees safe. More could be summoned once they arrived at the other continent… provided they had time for that. Although Fyertash didn’t oppose that solution whe
