Maui and Shava stood in the main hall of Byung's settlement, the tension between them palpable but purposeful. Maps were spread across the table before them, showing the territories between here and Borg's stronghold.
"We need to move quickly," Maui said, her finger tracing the route on the map. "Every day we wait gives Borg more time to solidify his position."
Shava nodded, her expression grim. "The marriage is close. Once those vows are spoken..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to.
"Then we agree," Maui stated, meeting Shava's eyes directly. "Borg has to be stopped, and sooner would be better than later. We can't afford to wait."
"Yes," Shava said quietly. "If we could do this—if we could remove Borg from power—I would become the single ruler of that territory."
