The dark skies turned a shade darker in Zephyron's peripheral vision, his heart sinking at the news.
His intuition was right.
However, it was too late!
He, by no means, was threatened, as he could certainly escape easily, even if he couldn't win.
But what about Ennya Kasai and Hal Fennec?
They were the hot targets in the eyes of the fell race, and even he wouldn't be able to protect them, not when he had five thousand Fell Beasts to deal with.
The smarter move was naturally to give up Parralen Valley and retreat.
After all, as it turned out, the horde wasn't "forming" at all.
It had already been long formed, and the Fellkin was merely scheming to draw out their forces here in the east and wipe them out.
The empire had messed up badly!
'Damn it all!' cursed Zephyron inwardly, realizing that the Imperium fell hook, line, and sinker.
Now, their path back to the empire's borders had been cut off.
