Chaos echoed from somewhere beyond the war hall, the sound of impact rolled in—a low, dragging boom that made the floor feel thinner.
Eir looked toward the sealed entrance. His voice dropped.
"You all know what's out there. And now… if we don't stop these waves before the next, we all know how hard it would become."
Max stepped forward, his voice cutting clean through the air.
"So… you already have a plan, then?"
Eir gave a slow nod. His jaw locked tight.
"I do. Or something that passes for one."
He let the silence sit—heavy, uncomfortable—before continuing.
"But let me be clear. It's not a plan built to keep you safe. It's a plan to keep Ironhold standing. So please—I hope you understand."
Hunter —a member of team Galeforce— folded his arm, head tilted back, didn't bother to open his eyes.
"Well, except for a few in Team Vortex, most of us are Stage 4 or 5. And we even have a Stage 6 among us."
A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"We can pull this off."
