Sabine pressed her hand to her mouth. The sides of her neck and ears rushed with blood. She had been noticed. Her way of hiding was not quite the delicate invisibility Ahnasha used. It was a chameleon spell designed to blend her into her surroundings. If she did not move a muscle, it was possible that she would not be spotted. Possible. Do'rhajul was close enough to make out details.

Ahnasha's ring warmed. A second later and it stung with heat. Get out now. Get out immediately.

The only thing that Sabine could do if she knew she was spotted was to simultaneously raise a ward and activate the automatons. She would try if that happened. Whether she would have time for any of it to matter was unlikely.

Moments passed. They felt like minutes.

A small mountain breeze rustled the leaves behind her. She winced and channelled her magic.