Today, if they won the war, that could all change, and a new age for the Veil could be ushered in, not just the saving of mankind. It was more than enough to fight for.
“They’re here!” someone shouted.
Jim was the only horsemen without a weapon—he was his own weapon, he thought, as he touched the ring on his right hand; a changeling, the first in history that had come into his power and mastered it without losing any sense of self. He could only hope he lived up to whatever Nathan believed of him.