Edge of Extinction war story/Chapter 11

Grimveil pulled up to the edge of the glade closest to the city. A number of Brilhado necromancers landed there.

“Why have you given the Redwings control of those armies?” one asked, annoyed. “They are the single party most likely to unseat us in the election. Grimveil, you fool, you as well as handed the keys to the fortress to them.”

“There are plenty even among our number who would select the Redwing leadership over my own,” Grimveil noted. “If I failed to utilize them, I would weaken my own position.”

“Yes, but why strengthe–”

“If, on the other hand,” Grimveil interrupted, “they were to be defeated in this war... or to end up a casualty of our efforts...”

“I see,” the necromancer responded. “How devious. You are your father’s son.”

“Yes. Yes I am.”