To tell Fang the truth would be to show him a treasure he could never touch; it was safer to let him believe it was a relic of a lost age, lest the old warrior suffer a heart attack from the sheer cost of it all.
"This was the primary base of the enemy commanders," Lara interjected, stepping forward to bridge the gap.
She began to summarise the harrowing events of the fortress's fall for the girls and friends who had just arrived, detailing the battle at the mountain's base and William's infiltration.
Beside them, Becky remained a silent, watchful presence, the three Dark Masters standing in a state of visible tremor and fear behind her, their wills bound by the golden tattoos on her wrist.
"So… you want to take advantage of this pre-built marvel," Fang mused, nodding slowly as the tactical brilliance of the plan sank in.
