My eyes narrowed as I reviewed the Magic Council's plans. Five days. Five days to prepare for a Symposium that would gather every major arcane figure in one place. It was both an opportunity and a risk. This was the moment in the game where heroes and key characters—players of fate—would begin to realize the gravity of their world's peril. But they needed a push. They needed to see the danger.
I stood and approached the center table where another map lay sprawled—a topographical rendering of the continent with key regions highlighted.
"The first signs of the orc invasion," I murmured, tapping a location to the far north. "It will begin here. And the Devil Coffin…"
My fingers brushed against another point—a darkened forest marked by swirling runes I had added weeks ago. Their hideouts were still numerous and scattered, but they were mobilizing.
