The name hung in the air of the command center. Heavy and cold as a tombstone. Seraphina.
The princess. The prodigy. The woman of principle who had stood between him and the Inquisition. Not for his sake. For the sake of an innocent girl. She was a symbol of the very order he was fighting. Yet she possessed an integrity the rest of her world seemed to lack. And now she was the lamb being led to the slaughter.
Edward's mind raced. Processing the tactical nightmare. A dungeon breach of that magnitude in the capital would be an extinction-level event. Not just kill millions. It would be a decisive victory for the Oblivion Core. A foothold from which it could spread its corruption. He could not let it happen. His vow to protect the innocent demanded it.
"We have to stop them," Fenris growled. She slammed a gauntleted fist on the table. "We find them, we smash them. Easy."
