Shift could not put a name to the strange pull in his chest.
The three advanced warriors stirred something deep inside him, fragments of old memories that kept trying to claw their way upward only to dissolve the moment he reached for them. No matter how carefully he dug through his thoughts, he could not place where he had seen those faces before or why they left such a heavy mark. All that remained was an uneasy certainty that the three men were tied to a past he no longer remembered.
Down in the canyon, the evening passed without incident. Garan sat at ease with the twins, smiling as if the battle had already been decided in his favor.
From where he stood, there was little cause for worry. He had come with the power of an eighth-level light mage, two capable earth mages, three advanced warriors, several hundred disciplined soldiers, and a full contingent of assassins.
