The air inside the command tent turned heavy, so thick it felt like breathing through wet cloth.
Wade stared at Captain Wells, his heart still hammering from the words 'wake the Tyrant.'
He couldn't quite believe what he'd heard. The others looked just as stunned.
One of the archers voiced what everyone was thinking.
"With all due respect sir, are you insane?" she blurted. "You want us to wake the thing controlling all this?"
"No. Not just wake it." Wells said, his tone clipped. "As things stand, we need to kill it. But before that can happen, someone needs to expose it."
He turned to the large battle map pinned to the table. It was covered in colored pins, smears of ink, and hastily written notes.
One large mark, drawn in a dark red, sat at the very center of the monster formation.
