Mr. Eli brought up the rear, keeping a deliberate tactical distance as he moved through the rooftops.
They moved stealthily, utilizing the deep shadows cast by the high tiers as the morning sun struggled to pierce the thick layer of black smoke blanketing the valley.
The chaotic roar of the main battle below was muffled by the sheer density of the white stone walls, reduced to a low, rhythmic vibration that pulsed through the soles of their boots.
They traversed the narrow alleyways between the buildings, their movements synchronized and silent.
Fwoos!
The sudden, sharp sound of slicing air cut through the quiet. King's head snapped upward instantly, his right hand twitching to manifest a defensive barrier.
Relaxing his stance slightly, he tracked the movement. It was not an enemy projectile. Floating smoothly over the crenellated roofline was a translucent, glowing avian form Eli's spirit eagle projection.
