"This is the rendezvous?" I asked, staring dumbly down at the dark forest. "But…I don't sense anyone!"
"Aerion's sent a few ships out, scouting for any sign of what happened here. Do you know where your forces are?" Luke asked.
"I didn't see this," I whispered, shivering. "The mist shouldn't be this far. He doesn't have enough mana to sustain its reach."
"And yet it is. Focus, Xiviyah. We need to find them quickly and figure out what's going on. If the undead hero has developed a new power, we need to figure it out before the main force arrives."
"Fyren?" I asked, sending a stream of soulspeak bundled in anxiety.
His answer was immediate, and I took a deep breath, calmed by his steady soul speak. "Incinderus relocated the horde and the mortal army last night, about an hour before the fleet arrived, while you slept. They're not missing, simply a few miles west."
"You didn't wake me?" I asked, looking behind us, searching the deck for any sign of Fyren.
