"You can't fight them. They have nerve gas and anti-magic artillery." one of the witches cried, desperate hope her tone but not her words.
Wolfe walked over and gave her a hug, then patted her head. "I've been out here killing them since the day they arrived. My friends and I have taken out dozens of supply convoys and reinforcement columns."
"You're the Snow Demon. We thought it was a myth they used to hide a resistance army after the villages fell." The witch breathed in shocked realization when Wolfe's words sank in.
"I know I'm impressive, but I'm not quite mythical. At least not yet. So what do you say, will you all join me? Or should I free you and let you leave for wherever you like?"
"We will fight. We're all proud soldiers of Myrrh." Another witch in the group declared in a steady voice.
"Myrrh Coven? What are you doing this far east, and how did you end up prisoners?" Wolfe asked in shock.
