C48 Chapter 48
Strale paced the forest floor, watching the wall of dark mist, or smoke, or whatever the shadows were created from. Enough lanterns had been set, brightly burning on tall pillars, to push the darkness from what had become the Aerie’s base camp. Still the black wall stood, unaffected by the light. A bulge formed, billowing the mist outward before moving across the length of the wall