Panpan and Tave had returned to the group, and without wasting a moment, he relayed everything he'd seen, everything Fang had seen, down to the last detail. His voice was steady, but the weight of the message was impossible to soften.
By the time he finished, the silence was heavy, thick with disbelief. And then, just like that, he saw it in their eyes.
That look.
Like their minds could no longer process one more layer of shock.
"We're doomed," someone muttered.
No effort to hide the hopelessness in their tone. It rang out like a bell of surrender.
Velion was quick to counter, stepping forward. "We can use Tave's scouting skill to avoid them as best we can, and focus on finishing what we can complete."
"And then what?" another voice shot back. A human knight, a defender.
All eyes turned toward the speaker, a man with short blond hair and gleaming white armor. He was Finn.
