“We get an army. A real one. One that can stand against Necrovar and his followers.”
Roxanne looked at Keriya, who had spoken. Something about her had changed. She was alight with some invisible fire, and her eyes shone so brightly it was as if they were glowing.
“Are you dense?” said Seba. “The problem is we don’t have a real army.”
Keriya straightened, lifting her chin. “I’ll summon one.”
Roxanne frowned in confusion, but Viran leaned forward, rigid with tension. “Keriya, whatever you’re thinking, I can tell you it’s a bad idea.”
“He’s right,” said Seba. “We’ve had enough of your ideas to last a lifetime.”
“Necrovar’s planning to summon an army. The Moorfainians will summon an army. We have no choice,” said Keriya. “We have to do the same.”
“You would stoop to the sorcerers’ level
