The good news was that they could take all the survivors in one trip. The bad news was that they could take all the survivors in one trip.
"The Empire will remember you. The Blackwatch Legion will remember you," Albeck said solemnly, with a hint of emotion.
Who would have thought that the young men who had once needed their care and support would be looking after them just one year later?
"Whether you find my brothers or not, you saved the Legion. You saved me... My life is yours," Edwin said more bluntly.
"Not mine. Lord Annan's."
These people would form the core of the new Blackwatch Legion. Winning their gratitude would make Free City's path forward much smoother.
But Krian was confident that Hellfire's future would be no less impressive than Blackwatch's.
"Be careful. Something's wrong with this Anti-Magic Field..."
Albeck warned him. He agreed with Femi: the demons could not be maintaining such a vast Anti-Magic Field just for them.
"I know."
There was little hope of finding Tom's Squad. They might have frozen to death somewhere and been buried by snow. Finding a few people in the snow-covered Far North was no different from finding a few Fishmen in the Deep Sea.
Krian had another idea: keep heading north and find out how far the Magic Suppression extended.
They split up. Iseramar and the other Blue Dragons took the wounded back, while Krian and his older cousin Thurlius headed north to search for traces of Tom's Squad.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and blood burst from the chest of a Ratfolk trudging forward.
The Incubus stared at the human soldier who had raised his gun and fired from a hundred yards away, stunned and furious.
These humans had barged in and attacked without even saying