Milano and Miher sat in front of a digital projection of Brishan. Vale and Thema watched with interest as the two generals were able to manipulate the map for a better viewing angle.
"Interesting, the humans of their world have emulated what mana projection can do." Tryasche said with his arms folded. It was then that Milano looked to the Dragons. "I have pulled up the map as you requested. Now, please show me where my men are."
Vale and Thema uttered words in dragon tongue, and large circles of mana indicated multiple locations on the map. The air shimmered as the red outlines came into focus. Milano's eyes widen as he counted the number. The Dragons had told him there were only ten.
There were twenty.
The air felt heavy on Vale's chest as he looked at the scene on the map. "We must reconvene and discuss the increased numbers with our kin." He said gravely. "We cannot leave the fate of our race to the children."
