The fires had been controlled for the most part, but their scars remained visible across Class B's camp.
Blackened tent poles. The supply cache was half-collapsed, its contents scattered and stained. Sapphire's runes flickered weakly, patched together by her but no longer forming the cohesive, organized network of defense they once offered.
Everyone's guard was up. Right now, class B was extremely vulnerable to attack.
Elara stood near the river's edge, arms crossed.
Her gaze swept the damage again and again, as though glaring at the losses might somehow undo them.
But he knew she was most likely thinking about what he had suggested a few minutes back.
He'd given her time to think it over.
Ronan approached from behind, stopping a few meters away.
"You're going to get wrinkles glaring like that."
She didn't turn. "Reddy's faction attacked us. Class A attacked us. The alliance is broken."
"Yes."
