The atmosphere is eerie as we all gather at the edge of Mistfall.
I exhale a slow, controlled breath, steadying my racing pulse as we all wait for the Eradicators to get within range. From here, we can barely make out the movements on the horizon. The Eradicators are closing in. My stomach churns as I grip my wand, grounding myself in the situation.
We have prepared ourselves as much as we can.
We scattered defenses around Mistfall and Stonelight, just as we planned. Traps lay hidden around the forest, waiting to trap any foolish Eradicators who walk into them. I glance over at my sister who is lying in wait nearby me. She looks at me and gives me a nod.
We feel the same weight of the situation.
"Remember, Nico," Justus whispers to me nearby, "you don't have to sustain the light magic for long. Just use enough to lure them into our range. We'll handle the rest."
