But then — just how much more insane was the alternative? That these nine people actually planned to go down into the mountain. To find Fallem’s brother. Who had been taken by the Shaira.
Nine people.
Into Shaira territory.
Into their mountain.
Nine people wanted to infiltrate the most powerful witch coven of the Nortlands. They planned to face witches who openly raided entire settlements, and never lost a single one of their own —not even when wizards fought back, with every advantage, every ward and weapon they could prepare right then and there in the heart of the settlements they were defending.
Where in the world did they find that kind of delusion? To think they could walk straight into the Shaira’s mountain territory and survive?
“So all of you came together to find Fallem’s brother?” Yu asked.
“Yes,” said Imbiad.
“And he was taken from the settlements, right?”
“Yes. During the raid two months ago.”
“Do you know if he’s still alive?”
“We cannot be sure. I do not know of any wizard who had been captured and escaped. We do not know what the Shaira do to them. Though, they must have other intentions than direct execution, otherwise there would be no reason for the abductions. We can only hope that Evander is still a captive.”
It sounded so … sincere.
But this could not be what they had come for. It was absurd. It was utterly unreasonable, unthinkable, yes, straight up delusional. You had to be stupid in love with that brother to throw away your life like that.
The thought made Yu pause.
Were there people like that?
People that … loved others so much?
“And so … you want to rescue him? From within the mountain?”
“Yes.”
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