"Send them."
For several seconds, no one around the floating map spoke.
Then Tomas's hand tightened around his sealed spear.
"No."
The refusal came so quickly and firmly that Dorian looked toward him.
"They were kept in reserve for a reason," Tomas continued, his voice low but tense. "They are our hidden answer if the Demon Lords outnumber the B-ranks at the front."
"And they are only two people," Ilona added with a deep frown. "If the demons recognise what they are and target them specifically, we may lose both before support reaches them."
Pavel's six lenses slowed around his head.
"Sending them against five Archfiends is excessive," he said solemnly. "We would be revealing one of our best hidden cards to stop a threat that has not yet reached Frostveil."
"A threat that destroyed Ironcrest," Mara replied.
Dorian folded his arms.
