The Rootsite was quiet after the battle.
Too quiet.
Clayton stood on the wall, eyes fixed on the dark horizon. The swarm was gone for now, but the smell of burned chitin still hung in the air. Piles of blackened Behemorph bodies steamed in the lanes.
Korrath had sent his first real push against them… and failed.
Clayton knew this wouldn't be the last time. Korrath wanted him angry, he wanted him to strike back too soon.
But Clayton wasn't going to run headlong into a trap. If he struck, it would be on his own terms.
"Status?" Clayton asked.
Torren stepped up beside him, Pyreaxe resting on his shoulder. "No breaches. Wells still running strong. Minimal damage".
Kaelin appeared from the shadows, wiping blood off her blades. "I checked the north funnels. All clear. No scouts left behind".
"Good," Clayton said. "Then we move before they come again".
Veyra leaned on her new bow. "You're thinking of a hit and run, right?"
