Ty watched as Alexander spoke, the authority in his voice bringing a strange sense of clarity to the chaos that had enveloped them. He could see Waddle, Gisorn, and the others nodding, trying to muster whatever strength they had left.
Aldric, still breathing heavily, looked towards the man in red leading the Black Bulls. "He's saying something," Aldric muttered, squinting. He shook his head, trying to clear his senses. "But I can't hear a damn thing."
The Black Bull leader, clad in red, raised his hand, and his group moved, spreading out, each of them wearing a grim expression. The leader looked directly at them, his eyes stopping on Ty for a heartbeat before scanning the others.
His lips moved, issuing commands, though still, Ty heard nothing--like the world was holding its breath.
Yagrid, leaning against Gisorn for support, grumbled, "Why now? Why're they here now, when we're already at our limit?" His voice was filled with frustration, his body clearly at the edge of collapse.
