Dragon's Fang returns!

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next week goes by in a flurry. Race and I are busy portalling across the country while I set up more self-maintaining shields at strategic sites. It is a delicate balance between the need to protect various high-profile sites and the available mage staffing required to maintain the security locks. While we are "traveling" the country, I am able to identify several more mages to add to our ranks, both ante- and post-emergence of their magic. Unfortunately, I don't find any additional red mages.

"I'm tired, Race." We're taking a much-needed break in a small micro-brewery pub outside of San Francisco. "I think we've done about as much as we can, for now. But I'm surprised that we haven't had any more attacks, to be honest."

Race nods as he takes a deep draft of his craft beer and licks the foam from his top lip. "Remember … it's all about balance. I think Grae'Bar is assessing our actions. Nothing is showing up on the satellite feeds, either … except a further build-up of his dino army."