"Get the Drakhars to find out their identities and their purpose," Sakh'arran ordered. He had already evaluated the danger level of their captives and among the only ones who gave out a dangerous vibe was the woman with jet-black hair and hazel eyes. Although they were captured, the woman still radiates a dangerous feeling. "Be on guard against her."
Sakh'arran then went towards Trot'thar who was still on the lookout on the enemy fort. The frequency of the sudden illumination from the side of the defenders was starting to slow down and little by little he was able to find out details of the enemy's defensive arrangements.
"How much longer?" the mage directed his gaze towards Barika who had a confused look on his face. Them being able to see their enemies was a big boost of confidence for them and the question of the mage gave him a feel of unease. "I can't keep on throwing Flare spells forever. I don't have infinite mana," the mage complained.