Emergency alliance meeting at 3 AM because apparently prophetic nightmares didn't respect business hours, and when I explained what I'd seen everyone's expressions ranged from grim to catastrophic.
"The Root is coming early." Morgana pulled up her research. "Your vision confirms what Cassia's notes suggested. It doesn't wait for optimal conditions. It comes when it senses opportunity."
Senses opportunity. Right. And destroying the demon had apparently sent up a giant flag that said hey ancient evil, there's a hybrid here who can break bindings, come kill her.
Great. Very sustainable life choice.
"We're out of time." Marcus's voice was flat. "The Fae gave us thirty days. We have sixteen left. If The Root is coming in weeks or days we need to decide now."
Decide now. Accept the Fae alliance and swear fealty forever or face ancient primordial darkness with one hundred seventeen fighters and hope.
Not really a choice. More like picking which way we wanted to die.
