Maya POV

The cabin transformed into a war room within hours. Maps spread across every surface. Eastern warriors filed in, reporting numbers and resources. Captain Mikhail arrived with the latest count: two hundred and seventeen fighters, most injured.

Against Seraphina's estimated eight hundred.

"This is suicide," Mikhail said flatly. He stood at the head of the table, scarred face grim. "Even if every fighter was at full strength, we'd be slaughtered."

"I know." I studied the map of ...