Rosana's brow furrowed. "The Burning Suns... they're closing in on us."
Ty frowned, studying the arrows more closely. "It's not that simple, though. Look here—some of these paths split off. They're not just moving toward us, they're spreading out." He leaned back, rubbing his temples. "It's like they're trying to box us in."
Rosana sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "And here I was hoping it'd be a straightforward ambush."
Ty chuckled without much humor. "When is it ever?" He glanced at the timer that was nestled in the package. He picked it up, his expression growing more serious. The timer was already ticking down, the numbers glowing faintly in the dim light. "We've got a countdown," he said, his voice low.
Rosana's ears twitched, her eyes widening. "How much time?"
"Forty-three minutes," Ty replied, his gaze shifting from the timer to the map. "They're going to make a move soon. This is our window."
