Phoebe's POV
I knew about the explosive materials because Perry had mentioned them during his war lessons.
The strategy wasn't even mine—Perry had given me the foundation, and I'd just tweaked it to fit our situation.
He'd walked me through every piece of terrain in the central city, explaining how to turn geography into a weapon against enemies.
The land could work for us if we played it smart.
Back then, Perry had only shared these details because I'd gotten so worked up about him leaving. He'd tried to calm me down by saying everything was handled, walking me through how the plan would unfold.
During his explanation, he'd covered the explosives and how to use them against terrain like ours.
What the king hadn't counted on was me actually putting it to use in real combat—or that I'd been hanging on every word.
"Nothing's happening," Austen muttered, watching the mountain tremble before going still again. No sign our plan was working.
Please break. Break.
