"How is it?" Neveah asked, glancing up at Dante's entrance. Estelle wasn't far behind him.
She sat at the head of the table in the war council, surrounded by Keep dragons.
"The White Dunes is under siege by the Forlorn. They attack relentlessly but Lord Kaideon's defense holds." Dante reported, "Their supplies are rapidly dwindling. My father's supply unit was cut off by manticore packs. He's been delayed for a few days."
Neveah sighed, "We can't risk portal hijacks. Have the flight patrol from the rudder offer backup to clear the path."
"The first squadron at Ebonhollow, led by Lords Imagor and Kirgan wiped out a few straggler forlorn units today. They grew in number from the last day." Dante continued,
Neveah nodded grimly, "The main army is close. Very close."
"And Menarx?" She asked, glancing around the table for the scout who'd gone to the fodder grooves.
