ELRETH
Elreth should have felt strengthened by the unity in the room—everyone believed an attack on the humans was the best way forward. War was inevitable, why not bring it to their enemy, instead of waiting for it to be visited on them? But Elreth's mind kept churning, as if someone stood behind her, whispering a thought she couldn't quite catch. Something she was missing about this whole picture.
But before she could figure it out, Gahrye approached and asked to speak with her. She let him lead her into a corner and waited as he scanned the room behind her, then leaned in.
"I have to leave, as quickly as possible," he said tightly, as if his teeth didn't want to open to let the words pass. "This is happening a lot faster than we anticipated."
"Do you think the Anima aren't prepared to come back here already?" she asked quickly.
He shook his head. "No, no, that's not what I meant. They're ready. I meant… Kalle and I. And Reece."
