So let me get this straight," he muttered, voice laced with irritation. "One faction is wasting years trying to open a giant demon door. Another is butchering towns looking for a magical meat puppet. And the third is running around trying to kill a girl because they think she'll screw everything up."
Jaegel swallowed. "That's… yes."
Liam turned away from him, hands still behind his back. He looked up at the darkening sky, a single pale star already visible through the canopy.
It was laughable.
Idiotic.
He'd spent the last few weeks thinking the Order was a singular, unified force. A true enemy. Something precise. Clean.
Instead, it was a collection of clashing lunatics, each convinced their path was the right one.
The only thing more dangerous than fanatics… was a group of fanatics who couldn't agree.
And the worst part?
They were still effective.
A few minutes later…
Liam sighed, staring at the red haired girl on the make-shift bed.
