A hiss of warning from Rallavalan drew her attention to the southern shore. A giant shadow, darker than the unrelieved darkness of the sky, moved toward the Sea Elves’ harbor. The blood demons were coming.
Nimrilwyn waited, holding her spear ready and signaling the rest of the Folk to prepare themselves. When the demons came within range, she cast her weapon. It flew silently through the darkness, landing in the chest of her target with a wet thump. It toppled to the ground, a look of shock on its pale features.
A volley of spears from the rest of the Folk followed, joined by the elves’ arrows. The barrage provided cover for Rasnialfia’s ship as it gained the pier. She and her mate charged from the ship with their crew, running toward the blood demons with dagger-sized wooden stakes. The
