Alexander looked toward Elion with a questioning look. They exchanged a glance.
The prince's jaw clenched, and for a heartbeat, Elion could see the war inside him. Turn back and help the camp, or continue forward and fulfil the operation.
There was far too much at stake. The entire war might depend on what came next. Elion understood that look because he felt the same thing clawing at his chest.
Elion closed his eyes for half a second, and he sighed deeply.
'Of course. Of course, this would happen now.'
Alexander's voice came out tight. "If we turn back..."
"The operation stalls," Elion finished. "And if we continue..." The rest was left unsaid.
Peter looked between them, horrified. Either decision meant nothing good. The others said nothing either.
Alexander looked back toward the direction of the camp, his face pale with restrained frustration. Slowly, he turned forward again.
His voice was eerily cold when he spoke again.
"We continue."
