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    As we approached the Northern side of the wall, I could see a few of the Ferals had reached the gates, but my own Ferals were holding them back. Behind them, three big Trinax stood quietly, observing.


    My elite warriors – the twenty warriors specially trained to fight alongside a Moonsinger formed a tight circle around me the moment I arrived. Killian came to me immediately.


    "Orders, Moonsinger?" he asked.


    I assessed the situation as quickly as I could. Fighting them head-on with twenty people and a handful of our Ferals would be suicide, even with my powers. I needed at least ten minutes without interruption to get my powers up and running. I needed to reduce their number at least.


    "Get me to a higher ground," I decided. "I need a clear line of sight to as many Ferals as possible."


    Killian pointed to a watchtower that still stood near the gate. "There."


    "Perfect."