Kane grabbed Wren's shoulders fast. "What does he know. Tell me everything."
Wren's eyes stayed distant, still listening. "It's not clear. Fragments only. Something about the ritual itself, something the First Voice learned a long time ago, before any of us were even part of this war."
"From who," Talyn said.
"I don't know," Wren said, frustration plain in her voice now. "The connection's weak. It's tired too, same as me."
Senna stepped in fast, protective as always. "Enough. She needs rest before she can push for anything more. Pushing now could hurt her badly."
Kane nodded slowly, though the worry stayed heavy in his chest. "Rest first. We'll figure out the rest tomorrow."
They set camp near the cave that night, wounded fighters resting where they could, watch posted carefully alon
