He waved his hand dismissively before turning to Vigil. “Your people are waiting for you.” He flicked his thumb over his shoulder. “They are meeting inside the Imaginarium.”
“The what?” I asked.
Embeth turned to me and his smile faded. “I guess you can call it their war room now. It used to be a place where their greatest minds met to discuss new technological advancements. Before this war started, with the exception of their own internal conflict with the Shreen, they had been a relatively peaceful society.”
I shuffled uncomfortably under his stare. “I don't like the way you're looking at me. Are you implying I had something to do with their change in behavior?”
Embeth scowled. “I would hope you know me better than that. The reason for this war lies solely on my doorstep. We have some
