Voices rose.
Accusations flew.
Falco argued for strategic withdrawal. Aildris argued for finding relics. Elevora argued for saving what they could. Others argued for escape.
No agreement. No unity. No direction.
The same cycle, repeating endlessly.
Angy didn't hear most of it.
The room blurred.
The table stretched.
Voices warped.
The vision overtook her again.
This one was different.
No fragments.
No distortion.
Just clarity.
Her heart pounded violently as the vision released her.
She was breathing hard now and her hands were trembling.
The arguments continued around her, oblivious.
And something inside her snapped.
She stood so abruptly that her chair screeched backward across the floor.
The sound cut through the noise like a blade.
"SHUT UP!" she screamed.
Angy's chest rose and fell rapidly as her eyes blazed with something none of them had seen before.
Her voice wasn't loud but in an instant, the place quietened.
