VERITAS CAPITAL - THREE DAYS LATER
We'd been hunted like animals for three days.
Sleeping in ditches. Stealing food. Dodging patrols. Two of our guards were DEAD—killed in ambushes. The remaining two were injured but ALIVE.
And we were finally HERE. The capital city. Massive walls. Golden spires. The HEART of Veritas.
Also crawling with soldiers looking for us.
"This is insane," one guard—Henrik—muttered. We were hiding in an abandoned warehouse, watching the palace from a broken window. "We should retreat. Regroup. Come back with an ARMY—"
"We don't HAVE an army," I interrupted. "And if we leave, the Remnant wins. Veritas invades. Thousands die. We END this. Now."
"How?" the other guard—Petra—demanded. "We're FOUR people against an entire KINGDOM. The king won't even SEE us—"
"Then we don't ASK for an audience. We BREAK IN." I pointed at the palace. "Ezra—you studied the layout back home. What's our entry point?"
