*Saoirse*
Two years later, Pyroth’s ceaseless war and terror raged on.
The walls of the war room seemed to close in around me. Each shadow cast by the flickering candlelight had me flinching, worried that some new foe was coming after us. As I paced, the echo of my boots against stone seemed to be a countdown to something.
There were decisions to make, strategies to plan, and people to direct. But I felt like I was spinning out of control. The maps and scrolls scattered across the table showed an infinite number of possibilities and defeat, as usual none offering a clear path to victory.
We needed a victory.
"Another village was evacuated today," I murmured, more to myself than to Rhys. "But where can they go? Pyroth's reach seems to be endless. The foothold he’s managed to get in our realm in so short a time is nothing short of miraculous."
