(Azriel POV)
Azriel's heart was thumping as she followed Aranus, Ishatar and Quinn to the roof of the Fortress. She knew the time of reckoning was almost upon them. Her heart was beating very fast as she ran up the stairs with them. Right now, all she wanted to do was take things one at a time and make sure there were no mistakes and missteps in her plan.
They reached the roof, where 3 Erols stood, with battle harness ready. Aranus looked pointedly at Quinn and said, "We don't have more Erols Quinn, and I don't think you even need one."
Quinn gave a lopsided grin and said, "You are a shrewd man Aranus. A very shrewd man I believe.
"I'm sure you will find your way to the battle field will you not?" aske Aranus curtly. He wasn't in the mood to play games with anyone.
