W.I.L.D.
Tora groaned, dragging a hand down her face.
Grammy ignored the derailment. “Guardians—you are the spear tip. Once inside, it’ll be on you to carve through the fortress, locate your mates, and strike the head. No hesitation. No mercy.”
Nalia exhaled slowly, her phoenix flames flickering faintly around her shoulders. “So basically… no pressure.”
“Exactly,” Collin said, smirking. “What’s a little world-saving between friends?”
“Try family,” Isolde corrected sharply, her tone making Collin flinch ever so slightly.
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