ALPHA GOD
They would not go down without a fight.
As the meeting broke up and the warriors dispersed to their positions, Rayka felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Gerik, the elder who had been a voice of reason in the council for years. His face was lined with worry, but his eyes held a quiet strength.
“Rayka,” he said, his voice low, “be careful tonight. Mordaen is not like the enemies we’ve faced before. He’s playing a deeper game.”
Rayka nodded, her expression serious. “I know. But we’ll be ready.”