Mira and Emily crouched behind a partially burned tree trunk, watching the battle between Erik and the blackguards' leader unfold above them.
The smoke from the black wyvern's flames still burned the vegetation on top of the small hill, making their eyes water, but they didn't dare move from their position.
Eight Chimaeric Demons surrounded them, while two were being used as mounts.
Mira suggested they did that so that, in case they got spotted, they could run away quickly from their position. But it wasn't like there were other places they could go. Emily could either use the small hill to try to kill Monica or nothing.
"The forest is becoming a death trap," a clone said. More trees were catching fire by the minute.
"We're running out of cover."
The flames were consuming their remaining hiding spots, and she knew better than anyone there how important a hiding place for a sniper was.
