Umbra glared at Malizian, and flapped his wings vigorously. "Of courssse he can! We are not like you Outworlderesss... we are ssspiritsss blessssed by the godsss with powersss meant to protect thisss place." He paused. "We mussst kill him," he hissed. "But it won't be easssy. Nothing isss easssy in thisss world."
"I think we sorta figured that out," Taboo muttered.
"He'sss sssurrounded himssself with all sssortsss of guardsss and defencesss. It will be a miracle if we get a mile near him..." Umbra growled. "How can you help? What can you do? I sssee nothing but ssscared children..."
The shadows slithered across the ground, their eyes glowing eerily white. They whispered to each other in some forgotten language, scanning the area alertly. Suddenly, one of them gave a shriek and dashed toward Radenisk's hiding place.