Chapter Twelve
Searon stalked the alleyways of the small Ikchani settlement. He glanced to his invisible hand from time to time, still amazed the mage had pulled it off. The woman they had captured was right—the Ikchani were well organized. Sh’on had told Searon his body was invisible, but not to let one of the women look at him for too long, or they might be able to see through the mirror illusion.
He passed by a small sparring field and was amazed by the talent of the Ikchani. Many of the women were more skilled with swords than most of his men. Their forms were more elegant, precise, and swift. He wondered what they were planning. From the looks of it, they were planning on war. Searon needed to get word to Noraes to keep an eye out.
He continued past the first settlement to discover
