The trap was confirmed. This truth hung in the air, colder than the howling wind. They were being watched. They were being herded like animals into a cage.
Titus slammed his armored fist against a rock. CRUNCH! "They want to assassinate us," he said. "We should go back and report to the Headmaster."
"We can't," Seraph stated, her voice flat and hard. "Comms are out. We're on our own. And even if we could, retreating is what they expect. It just means they'll set another better trap later."
"So we walk into it?" Draven growled, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. "I say we charge their observation post right now. A direct assault."
"And get picked off by their defenses before we're halfway there?" Jax countered, shaking his head. "They're expecting that, too. That's a fool's plan."
The team was at a standstill, the weight of their isolation pressing in.
