Chapter 57

• “No. They will still be your typical rogues. The only thing that Dad would have promised them is that they’re under his protection,” I say, my voice firm as I stand near the map that is now littered with markings, red circles, and arrows pointing out every detail we know.
• The warriors gathered around the table exchange wary glances, their expressions tense yet determined. One of the younger warriors steps forward, his voice steady but with an edge of nervous anticipation.
• “When do we leave?” he asks, and his question seems to settle over the room like a final decision that no one can argue with.