That was her desperate gamble, the best strategy her isolated mind could piece together.
Selthia needed to apply just enough pressure to anchor Ren to the city, forcing him to play defense instead of flying north to bail out Selphira. If Ren remained tethered to the capital, the northern front would be stripped of its most terrifying variable, granting Selthia her best, and perhaps her final, opportunity to snatch the Northern Light Guardian before the war concluded.
It was not a brilliant masterstroke… It was the frantic scrambling of a losing player desperately trying not to be swept off the board entirely.
But it was the only card she had left to play.
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Up on the northern front, Selphira had caught the latest pair of courier hawks dropping out of the clouds.
