For every strategic move on our part, the Faeries were jumping ahead with the hopes of disrupting our plans. And if they'd arrived a bit earlier, they might well have won an overwhelming victory.
Out of the smog flew hundreds of bright lights, enough strength that I had to respect it while not showing how afraid I was. 'How can I help you?'
These were all new faces but carried themselves with an air of self-importance. Much like the royalty we'd encountered and dealt with on Ellize. 'You know why we're here, don't play coy.'
'So, we're dispensing with formalities, good because I wasn't in the mood to pretend anyway. You are here to claim the minds of my people. But you're not wanted, nor are you welcome. Back off.'