Xavier's POVBy the time the plan was finalized, it no longer felt like a trap. It felt like a line drawn in the dirt of a dark room, and we were stepping over it willingly.I stood over the central map table once more. This time, the variations were gone. No false routes, no layered misdirection, no safety nets.There was only one path. One location. One outcome we were forcing into existence.“The northern clearing,” Ronan said, his voice a low rumble as he traced the marked point with a calloused finger. “It’s too open. We’re exposed.”“It’s controlled,” Rylan corrected, his voice like a cooling blade.“It works both ways,” Ronan countered.“Yes,” Rylan agreed calmly. “That’s the entire point.”I didn’t intervene. They were both right. The clearing sat just beyond the forest line, far enough from the palace to isolate the violence, but close enough for a rapid response if the world ended today. “He won’t expect containment there,” Ronan muttered, looking for a flaw he couldn't find
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