Raven stepped into the war room—or, well, what passed for one.
It was technically just a big round table surrounded by his chaotic little squad of weirdos, squirrel generals, and two princesses pretending not to stare at him.
He dropped a small box on the table with a dramatic thud.
Everyone stared.
Then he crossed his arms and declared, "Loot drop."
Alex gasped audibly. "Is it snacks?"
"No," Raven replied flatly.
"…Is it a cursed acorn that grants you the power of 'squirrel whispering' for thirty minutes?"
"Again, no."
"Oh," Alex deflated, looking deeply disappointed.
Nibbles, perched majestically on his head, offered a consoling acorn pat.
Jessy leaned in, already sizing up the box. "So, what's the haul?"
Raven cracked his knuckles. "Five items. All high-level. All game-changing. Now, it's allocation time."
Clara raised a brow, calm as ever. "Sounds like you've been shopping at a flea market again."
"Close enough."
With a smirk, Raven opened the box.
