Chapter 37: Reaping the Harvest

“Are you here to help or not?” Rhychard asked.

Kendalais cocked a slanted eyebrow. “Humans have no patience.”

“Well, we don’t live thousands of years, so time is a commodity we tend not to squander.”

The Sidhe Warrior started to open his mouth in rebuttal, but Tryna stopped him. “Please, Warrior Master, we must know what you know and have time to act on it.”

The elf’s nod was barely perceptible, but he wasn’t one for grand gestures, anyway. “Tryna has told me of the demon’s purpose and progress. The Void’s influence on the land before and the weakening of the Way’s impact to change that influence now has gained Vargas a solid footing on his attempt to open a Gateway to the Nether. The Void would destroy Harbor City if that were to happen, of course.”

Rhychard suppressed his rage. “Of course,” he growled.