“It's time,” I murmured, my fingers curling around the hilt of my dagger. The weight of it, cool and familiar, anchored me to the present moment.
As I gathered the carefully chosen items that would serve as bait for our elusive foe, my mind raced through the intricate plan we'd set in motion. The entire Silver Armor Pack had been safely evacuated, replaced by an eerie facsimile of life – mannequins positioned with painstaking precision to maintain our illusion of normalcy.
Fae Aurora's presence was a palpable aura of maternal concern, her eyes following my every move as I made my final preparations.
“My darling,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “are you absolutely certain about this course of action?”
Her fingers twisted anxiously, betraying the calm facade she struggled to
