Mias stood in the room they'd called the Dome, staring at his small detachment.
'It's enough to kill. For sure…'
But…
Was it enough to survive?
***
Most of Mias had been sent away, but a small portion stayed with Salome and Vale. This tiny piece was going to relay ally and enemy locations to the best of its ability. Sadly, that information would be limited, seeing as Mias had to focus on cloaking four others with his power already severely diminished. Not that he was necessarily weak — his Aether reserves were about equal to Awilix's. The bigger problem was the cognitive load.
At least he was able to use [Severance] to split from the portion with Greed to mitigate that disadvantage.
Vale watched the first little smoky flag drift out from the dungeon. Followed by four more. One made for the Nascent Dungeon — Mias' group — while the rest began splitting off, pretending to hunt — the distraction, and later, blockade.
