Aildris clenched his fists. "We'll split into two battle-capable teams. Falco will lead one. Endric leads the other."
Falco nodded, though exhaustion weighed sharply on his face. His body still carried the silver cracks of strain left behind by his deity heritage—scars from battles and overexertions the past months.
Angy studied him quietly. He shouldn't be fighting like this… none of them should.
But they had no choice.
Another spike of pain lanced through her abdomen. She gripped the underside of the table so hard her knuckles whitened.
Falco glanced at her. "Angy? You okay?"
She straightened instantly. "I'm fine. Just tired."
Endric's eyes narrowed. He could always sense fluctuations in aura since he had grown too perceptive over time. "Your aura is unstable. You're pushing yourself too hard."
Angy forced a smile. "We all are."
They stared at her a moment longer, but then returned to the map. She let out a breath only after they looked away.
