Elina’s POV
Back at camp, the air feels tight, like everyone’s holding their breath, waiting for something terrible to drop. Isaac and Ryan are already there when we arrive, standing by the old table they’ve turned into our war room. No one speaks at first. The silence says it all.
I look around at the team. Ryan’s fists are clenched, his jaw tight. Isaac looks calm, but I know better. Adam’s eyes are focused, almost too still. And Lucas… he won’t look at me. He stares off into the trees like he wants to disappear.
We’ve been through so much. And I’ve broken them before—back when I was still Elyn. That name feels like a ghost now. The guilt still stings, but this isn’t the time to dwell on it. We have work to do.
Isaac steps forward and taps his wrist device. A soft blue light flickers up, forming a floating image of the Phantom Holy Knights—tall, armored, and terrifying. Even just a projection of them sends a chill down me.