The sky above Gravemire was thick with morning mist. Low clouds hung like a threat that had yet to descend.
In the strategy room, Shia stared at the map in silence. Red marks spread across four points: the core troop barracks, the supply center, the First Shadow headquarters, and… the throne room.
Myra stood at the far end of the room. Arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
"Is he testing us?" she asked.
Shia didn't answer right away. She closed the map slowly, then turned her head.
"Reed never asked about my intentions. Until now."
"He spoke to me, too. Not directly. But I know what he meant." Myra pulled a small knife from her belt and twirled it in one hand. "Do you think he suspected me or you first?"
Shia stared intently. "If I had to guess? He suspected both. But he hoped one would remain loyal."
Myra sighed. "Will you prove your loyalty?"
"I don't need to," Shia replied. "I know who I killed for this kingdom."
