The war room was empty when I entered, the torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. Maps of the Darklands lay scattered across the table, marked with routes and territories I'd memorized but never thought I'd use for something like this.

Escape.

Freedom.

Rebellion.

Azazel materialized beside me, his form more solid than usual. */”You're certain about this?”

"I've never been more certain of anything," I said quietly, my fingers tracing the edge of the table. "I can't watch ...