I have another scouting mission tonight. This one is guided by advice from the Thrones—they have seen that there is a large force of Perjuries and Cynics moving through our region, sowing false beliefs and doubt in their wake. Alone, such creatures are weak and easy prey for the Cherubs, but in a mass such as this they could be very dangerous, turning an entire community away from the truth.
On being told of their numbers, I was surprised that scouts would be needed to find them, but these are swift, small fiends, likely to hide at the first hint of a warrior’s presence. It is our seniors’ hope that the scouts, with less power behind us, will be able to get close to them without alarming them. So it will not just be me and Ophell, but many other of the younger ones in a great sweep. In heaven, a gathering of Cherubs will wait for our signal and then come down on the liars in force.
It should be an easy task, but I am wary of saying so. Even the smallest of our enemies can cause great trouble. We shall see.