Kane slammed his palm against the map, scattering the last of Reeve's careful troop markers.
"Where," Kane said. "Exactly where are they converging."
The messenger fumbled with a rough sketch, hands still shaking. "Coastal region. Northeast of Havenmere, roughly two days' hard ride from here."
Corvina went rigid, staring at the marked location like it had struck her physically. "That's not possible. That location has never appeared in any of my organization's records."
"Then your organization's records are wrong," Kane said. "Or deliberately incomplete."
Fira, who had rushed in during the chaos, spread additional notes across the table fast. "Wren's fragmented vision, the coastal cliffs, the structure built into living rock. This matches."
"She saw it," Talyn said. "Weeks ago, during
