Fernando nodded, tossing the compass lightly in his hand before passing it back to Ty. "That's what I'd bet on. Follow the glow, and you'll know exactly where they're coming. Or, you know, you could always just stay here and hope for the best."
Ty clenched his jaw, his gaze dropping to the softly glowing compass. The idea made sense, even if Fernando's delivery grated on him. He looked back at the map, tracing the potential routes with his finger. "If we follow this, we'll be right in their path," he said slowly. "But we'll also know exactly where they're going to be."
John, who had been watching silently, nodded. "If we're ready for them, we could turn this around. Use their own plan against them."
The sound of movement caught their attention, and Yagrid stepped forward, his expression unreadable. His gaze met Ty's, and for a moment, the tension between them was palpable. "
