Aiden turned to the others. "Prepare to move. If we can confirm the location, we're not waiting three days. We strike before they're ready."
Reia frowned. "You sure about this? If we rush in without proper intel, it could be a trap."
"It's always a trap," Aiden said, his tone steady. "But if we let them complete that ritual, it won't matter. We have to take the risk."
The room buzzed with a tense energy as everyone moved to action. Myne lingered, her emerald eyes fixed on Aiden.
"You're betting everything on this," she said quietly.
He met her gaze, unflinching. "That's how you win."
Arlen's voice cut through the tense silence. "Got it!" His fingers paused over the screen, and he looked up, eyes alight with urgency. "Signal's coming from an abandoned fortress—Skyrend Bastion. It's about two days northeast, just beyond the Deadspire Woods."
