Elysia strode across the top of the Iron Gate, clenching and unclenching her fists.
Part of her wanted to go. To follow Kael into the madness that he'd planned out. Maybe with her there, it wouldn't be as much of a suicide mission.
Lucian glanced at her. "They'll be back soon, Elysia. I'm sure of it."
She shook her head. No. No, they won't. The Royals will catch them. They'll tear them apart in seconds. Any hope for this rebellion will be lost in the blink of an eye.
Had she made a mistake? If she and Lucian were there, they would have four fragment wielders and a potential fifth, all ready to fight the seven Royals.
And yet, they were still outnumbered. Even if they could somehow match the power of those tyrannical gods, they still wouldn't stand a chance.
Her fragment tried to soothe her nerves. Everything was going to be okay. Maybe. But not even her fragment could predict the future. That was a thing that was always unknown.
