Chapter 122

The war room thrummed with a chaotic symphony of strategizing. Maps lay sprawled across tables, dotted with red pins outlining Thane's strongholds, while hushed arguments reverberated off the stone walls. Samantha, tucked in a corner by a flickering torch, leaned back in her chair, everything washing over her like a wave. Her gaze wandered, taking in the grim faces lined with worry, the flickering firelight dancing in nervous eyes. Her own brows were furrowed, her mind a tangled knot of strategy and apprehension. Suddenly, a hand brushed hers, warm and familiar. She met Emma's eyes, their shared unspoken bond a familiar comfort in the storm. Emma offered a wry smile. "Thinking deep thoughts there, Sam?" Samantha sighed, the tension crackling in her voice. "We're at the end of the game, Em. Two days, and who knows what waits for us on the other side." Emma squeezed her hand, her smile a beacon in the dim room. "We've come a long way, haven't we? Almost like yesterday when Amelia wa