Adelaide rushed out of her quarters, her heart pounding as she saw people running in panic. Shouts and screams filled the air. The enemy had attacked again.
“Here!” she called loudly. “Children, elderly, and women—this way! Come quick!”
She waved her arms, guiding the frightened people toward the hidden shelter behind the main tents. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for one person.
Celestia.
But instead, she saw Flint pushing through the chaos, his sword already drawn.
“Flint!” Adelaide shouted. “Where’s Celestia?!” she asked.
Flint ran toward her, his face twisted in anger and worry.
“What the hell?” he cursed. “Didn’t they just attack us a few days ago? What’s their deal?!”
“Flint,” Adelaide said firmly, “I asked you—where is Celestia?” she asked.
Her voice was sharper now.
