KAEL POV
There was no time for strategy. No time for diplomacy. No time for anything except the brutal truth: if we didn't act now, Elara's mother would burn, Elara would follow within twenty-four hours, and the Architect would have won.
So I made the only decision I could.
"We attack first," I announced to the war council. "Full aerial assault. Every dragon capable of flight."
Theron's eyes widened. "My king, we're outnumbered three to one. If we leave the citadel walls—"
"Then we die fighting instead of cowering," I interrupted. "Seraphine expects us to negotiate. To beg. To surrender Elara to save her mother." I looked around at the faces watching me—warriors still bearing wounds from tonight's possession battle, dragons traumatized from attacking their own king. "We don't give her what she expects. We give her war."
Shadowfang was the first to step forward. "I'm with you, my king. Always."
