Back in Forest Grove, Wolfe had thrown himself fully into his research, trying to get as advanced as he could through what the ancient Magi had viewed as the essentials of magic, for the good of his people, while around him, everyone was only getting more busy.
All the new witches were getting settled in, but every morning there were more boatloads of refugees coming in from the villages on the Eastern Front, where the battle was only increasing in intensity as the United World Army slowly turned their so-called War Memorial back into an active war zone.
Both sides were entrenched, and the shelling was continuous. They were no longer sending out large patrols, or even groups of witches trying to herd the monsters, as they couldn't get past their own lines with the artillery fire, which would only lead to the monsters breaking the mind control and turning on them.
But further west, the monster problem was beginning to get out of hand.
