Chapter 95: Nyra’s POV

The meeting room still felt too small, the air thick with tension and the metallic taste of decisions that could not be undone. After hours of planning, mapping out patterns, counting supplies, dissecting weaknesses, the weight of Orran’s threat still pressed down like a stone on all of us. But now that the initial shock had settled, the true work had to begin.

If I was going to lead them into war, they needed to see me.

Choose me.

And that meant facing the ...