The message on his phone was from Bridget, and it read, “Sir, the enemy has arrived. What do we do now? Their numbers are vast. If we were to face off against them, there’s only a slight chance we’ll be able to seize them while keeping ourselves alive. Our party is much smaller, after all; even if we include the additional men that Donald will bring over, it won’t be enough to defeat the enemy.”

The text was straightforward and curt, but Darius could tell Bridget was nervous. He arched a brow a