"Creepy" a beta captain commented, eyes rolling left to right in observation.

The mist rolled in from the east like a living thing. Soft at first, then dense enough to swallow torches whole.

Ligon tightened his belt of his trouser, as his warriors mounted up. The encampment was tense with expectation; even the wind had quieted. Glacy’s words still echoed in his mind. 

The Sirens are near the Tungsten river bend, their illusions thin before dawn.

“Form into three wings,” Ligon ...