The entire room fell silent. Pip's innocent, logical question—"But... what if our turn comes first?"—hung in the air, like a wrecking ball aimed directly at FaeLina's perfectly constructed battle plan.
Her triumphant, confident expression froze on her face. Her wings, which had been buzzing with authority, slowly drooped. The tiny piece of chalk she was holding slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the stone floor with a sound that seemed impossibly loud in the sudden quiet.
She stared at Pip, her mind clearly racing, trying to find an answer. But there wasn't one.
Her entire strategy was based on healing the poison damage the Challengers would have already received from the Gloomfang Caverns. If we went first, there would be no damage to heal. Her plan will become completely useless.
"Uh oh," Pip whispered, realizing he had just broken their new boss.
