The Azure wing glided along its predetermined route, remaining directly above the main army as almost half the other skyships split off, rapidly leaving us behind. They were those carrying the strike forces, and needed to arrive early to be in position for the assault. Each had a mage on board who knew R'lissea's Purify spell, allowing them to traverse the skies over the Black Mist without the protection of my Effulgent Dawn.
"I don't like this," Luke muttered, folding his arms, staring ahead at the departing skyships. It had only been a few minutes, but they had already been reduced to dots on the horizon. "I think the plan's too ambitious. There's no way we can kill all six liches and the dragon at the same time. Someone's going to end up bearing the full weight of that power, and I'm not sure we can do it. There's enough maan in all this mist to equal another Arbiter."
"You really think so?" I asked, rubbing my horn. "Then...it will be us. Me, you, Fable, and Borealis."
