CHAPTER 7They struck like destroying angels, bright and beautiful in their glowing hues, terrible in their enigma. The visitations of ancient prophecy come to punish the transgressions of mankind. Burning, smashing, killing, cleansing the loam of its filth. The hand of the Creator rectifying an error.
Fantasy and Nasir Kalif knew it. One that Varl didn’t entertain.
He said, “What happened?”
“We’ve been hit three times.”
“Details?”
Jason supplied them. He was small, portly, his face normally creased in a smile. Now he was more than serious.
“Two of the towns were small communities of about twenty thousand inhabitants. Both are now rubble. The city of Logis on Tusa is another matter. It is large, about eighty thousand, and growing. The attack commenced at about noon local time. It last
