She fixed her gaze on the distant command post, her eyes steady and unblinking. A fortress completely stripped of its defenders, that had to be his work, right?
"Boss… twenty minutes left," the male Rogue beside her said, his voice tight, the strain impossible to hide.
"Relax," Xandria replied calmly, without looking away. "I know exactly what you're worried about. Twenty minutes is more than enough." Her eyes narrowed slightly as a faint, confident smile appeared. "He would have factored it in."
The moment the words left her mouth, she took off, sprinting straight toward the command post.
Her second in command froze for a split second, baffled by her certainty, but the image of a single man immediately surfaced in his mind. He was close enough to Xandria to recognize the signs, this situation carried that man's unmistakable fingerprints. Clenching his jaw, he turned sharply and barked orders, rallying the guild to follow her lead.
