Within the well-lit room, all ten of the experts gathered around the table, their expressions not so much calm anymore. Death was at that door. Almost literally.
"Can they be that blatant?" Noah's voice rang out, pulling them out of their thoughts and letting their eyes fall on the spread-out piece of paper on the red table.
The city had received a message from the elves, and it was still concerning their decision to attack them. But to their shock, they had told them the time they would be arriving.
Essentially telling them to prepare in response to that revelation.
"This is usually how they do it. It's just how powerful they are and how much they can bring to the table," Nora explained.
"We're fucked," she exhaled sharply. She wasn't one to fear death. She had seen it up close too many times in her long life. Her only issue remained with the people of the city.
