A war was coming. And if they had a prayer of stopping it, they would have to act. They would have to fight. Together. “We figure out how to get the Veil back up,” Roman said. Heads turned his way. “We take down the imperator,” he said, “and anyone else who’s ever made the mistake of fucking with us.” His heart pounded with determination, adrenaline, as he concluded, “And we finish this.”
