"That would never happen."
Anorah ignored Whisker's skeptical look and fixed her hardened gaze on the veil.
"We're not trying to win. We're buying time."
"…"
"If you think this is a lost cause," she continued, "then why are you here?"
"Same reason iron head is standing on the front lines." Whisker gestured toward Ozeroth's radiant figure, then shrugged. "We owe it to him to see this through to the end."
Anorah nodded silently at the words. Ozeroth had been quieter these past month, speaking only in strict orders.
After Atticus went unconscious, he had stepped fully into a leader's role and had been one of the main reasons the territory hadn't dissolved into chaos upon their arrival.
The Eldorians feared him, and trusted him. The people did too.
It had been the two of them, alongside the Eldorians, who had brought their worlds together and gathered this army.
After everything Atticus had done for her, it would be over her dead body before she allowed his world to fall.
