Eighty hours

"Listen."

Fay's soft, silent voice couldn't sound any more terrifying. And yet, just this single word was enough to put everyone to a complete halt, forcing them to do nothing but prick their ears to hear whatever she wanted them to. 

I tuned in my senses, eager to figure out just what managed to catch Fay's attention… 

Makary's face twitched. And then, I've heard it. 

A distant outcry of a sheet of metal getting torn apart. And quite notably, no scream came to accompany the unpleasant noise. 

'A fight?' My first thought instantly went for the worst-case scenario. 

But that didn't make any sense. 

With Madam and Etaria holding each other in the stalemate, there was no way either of them would commit enough troops to bring the fight past the camp, past the open space, all the way to the interior of the forest.