They saw the smoke before they saw the village.
Kael's pace quickened.
"Move."
By the time they arrived—
It was already too late.
Flames consumed what remained of wooden homes. Bodies lay scattered—some human, some not.
Brenn cursed under his breath.
Lythriel stepped forward slowly.
Her expression changed.
Not visibly.
But something in her posture shifted.
"This is not random," she said.
Kael crouched beside a body.
He examined the wounds they had.
"No," he agreed.
"These were coordinated strikes."
She looked at him.
"You see it too."
"Yeah."
Something worse is coming.
They could feel it.