Daena leaned back in her chair, her expression grim. "Careful or not, we're running out of time. The Dark Sovereign is more powerful than ever, and she's made it clear she's not staying in the shadows anymore."
Nyssara rubbed her temples, exhaustion lining her features. "We've known she was dangerous for centuries, but this... This is a new level of chaos. She's playing with us. The way she tossed us into that desert was a statement, not just an attack."
Verida stood rigid, arms crossed, her golden eyes burning with frustration. "And what statement would that be?"
"She's untouchable," Daena replied flatly. "At least, that's what she wants us to believe. She didn't just fight us she dismantled us. Every spell, every strategy… useless."
Verida began pacing the room, her boots clicking against the marble floor. "You've faced impossible odds before, Daena. This isn't the first time you've walked away licking your wounds."
