"Of course," Veylara said calmly, her voice flat and even as she handed her bloody spear to a nearby guard. "The trash has been cleared from the ridges."
Sol blinked, his silver-crimson eyes flashing with confusion as he gently pried Kira's face away from his chest plate. "Wait. What do you mean 'got them all'? I thought I cleaned out the perimeter."
Seeing his genuine confusion, Zephyra turned back to him, her expression softening. "Chief Veylara wasn't idle last night, Sol. The moment those first survivors you saved staggered through the gates, Veylara knew exactly what was happening.
She didn't wait for the council either. She immediately went into the deeper jungle alone."
The High Shaman paused, her eyes shifting to the Warchief. "There were high-layer Zerith warriors out there.. Layer 3 commanders… keeping a tight eye on the infiltration and directing the smaller squads from the outer periphery.
