Viran fished out his pocket watch. Nearly an hour had passed since the first signals. An hour’s worth of battling, and no sign of Necrovar or his most trusted servants.
That proved half of Viran’s theory. It meant Necrovar was concerned enough about Allentrian forces to engage them in battle, but not concerned enough to muster a full force. If he chose, he could summon a legion of shadowbeasts and leave the World Alliance as nothing more than a b****y smear on the map . . . but he had not chosen that.
Not yet.
Keriya fidgeted, fingers twitching at her side. Viran longed to close the gap between them, but fear kept him rooted in place. Thousands of support troops were watching, and if he showed the slightest hint of favoritism toward Keriya, they’d both be in trouble.
That was one reaso
