"I wish I were," Aiden replied. "The ritual failed, but the fact they were even attempting it means they're desperate—or bold. Either way, we can't let our guard down."
Myne crossed her arms, her sharp gaze narrowing. "So what's the play? Hit them harder? Go after their leaders?"
"Not yet," Aiden said. "We've shaken them, but the Abyssal Court isn't the type to crumble from one blow. They'll regroup, and when they do, I need to know what their next move is. Liam is tracking the ritual's origin point. Until we have more intel, we'll consolidate our gains and prepare for retaliation."
A sharp whistle cut through the air, drawing both their attention. One of the operatives signaled from the transport, indicating they were ready to depart. Aiden gave a curt nod and turned back to Myne.
"Get the team out of here. I'll cover the retreat," he said.
Myne arched an eyebrow. "You sure you don't want me to stick around? You know, in case things get dicey."
