They decided to go with their plan in two days. Forty-eight hours until they would send Jace and the battle commander toward the West, toward that invisible force field that surrounded the Obscuron's territory and toward a mission that could either give them the intelligence they desperately needed or end in disaster.
Two days felt like both too much time and not enough. Too much because the waiting was agonizing, because every hour that passed was another hour for something to go wrong, for the Obscuron to somehow catch wind of what they were planning, for doubt to creep in. And not enough because there was still so much to prepare, so many details to finalize, so many contingencies to plan for.
But those two days had to be spent somehow. And Tatehan, Riven, Lyra, and the rest of the Red Crest Clan found ways to fill the time.
Day One: The Race
