"I need three Category S Guards to accompany me," Valdris stated flatly.
"Volunteers preferred, but I possess authority to conscript if necessary. The operation begins in three days—sufficient time for you to prepare equipment and settle personal affairs."
The lounge descended into tense silence.
Amara felt her heart pounding, but not from fear. This was it—the opportunity she'd been desperately seeking since learning Rey had entered the Labyrinth. A legitimate mission, backed by Devil authority, that would take her into the exact territory where he'd last been seen.
She stepped forward before conscious thought could override instinct.
"I volunteer, Lord Valdris."
Every head turned toward her. Kira's expression showed shock mixed with concern.
Theron looked at her like she'd announced a suicide pact. Even Captain Draven's professional composure cracked slightly.
Valdris's attention fixed on Amara with intensity that felt physically oppressive.
