The forest around Ashwick was dense, filled with a tangled mess of mutated oaks and thorny underbrush that offered great cover, though it severely limited their lines of sight.
Reidar stood with his back against a rough trunk, his eyes closed as he focused entirely on the mental feed coming from the Vorathid Sky-Hunters.
"Go."
He had summoned hundreds of the creatures, shrinking them down to the size of wasps to minimize their profile. He couldn't risk a larger swarm because if the city's defenders saw them, the mission would just fail and the element of surprise would be lost when they attacked.
The Sky-Hunters buzzed away, scattering around the city to avoid the main gates where the guards were most alert, despite the mana dampening field being almost non-existent there.
