Asher's POV
I remained in my chamber, the soft candlelight created dancing shadows on the stony walls. The night was peaceful, yet my thoughts were anything but peaceful.
The conflict was rising, and I had to make sure we were ready. Kira was erratic. She had battled Mira, and she had seen me train before too. She was aware of our methods, and Ryker would exploit that for his benefit.
If I guided my fighters into combat using those tactics, we'd be marching directly into a massacre.
A tap on the door interrupted my contemplation. I didn't have to inquire about who it was. Aria entered the room with her arms folded, wearing a confident smirk.
"You're overthinking," she remarked. "That's unusual for you."
I breathed out quickly. "If we proceed this way, we will fail."
She rested against the table, running a finger along the map laid out in front of me. "Next, alter the game."
