"We need intel," Raziel answered and pushed his exhausted body off the dirt.
"We cannot fight a war blind. We need to know what happened in the capital while Mordecai deleted the academy."
He looked at the dark tree line.
The tall pines cast heavy shadows over the wet moss.
They needed a secure location to rest and plan their next move.
"Arawn," Raziel called out through the communication rune painted on his collar.
He channeled his remaining mana into the magical link to reach the Exorcist hidden in the city.
Static hissed in his ear. The connection struggled to find the specific frequency of the jagged red crystal.
"Arawn, report," Raziel commanded.
The static cleared for a fraction of a second.
"The supply wagons did not matter," Arawn's voice crackled through the rune. He sounded out of breath and frantic.
"Mordecai never needed the extra suppression seals. I wasted my time."
"Mordecai is dead," Raziel stated.
The communication link went completely silent.
