Whisker shook his head. "Yeah, but what if it isn't? That's the real problem. We're outnumbered, outgunned. What are our soldiers supposed to do against will?"
"Can't we teach them?" Magnus asked.
Atticus shook his head.
"I've tried countless times. They never learn," he said. "I thought maybe they weren't meant to, or maybe it wasn't time yet. Looks like I was wrong."
A heavy silence settled over them before Anorah finally spoke.
"We're overthinking this."
All eyes turned to her.
"What do you mean?" Atticus asked.
"Atti, the challenges are random. Sure, the armies might clash, but they also might not. And we're burning energy stressing over something we can't influence. What we can control is us, our people, our prep, our side of the board. That's where we should focus."
"She's right," Magnus said. "One thing at a time."
Silence stretched again before Atticus finally nodded.
"Alright. One step at a time. We have one day to come up with countermeasures."
