The plan was simple. Dangerously, perhaps stupidly simple, but what choice did they have? Their chief is gone and they are trying to fight a Fendish monster.
And in a way, they were lucky. The monster they were fighting isn't the singular one and maybe that would help them. The only thing that's giving them to courage to even try was the fact that they now had some relic and the disappearance of their chief.
A dangerous and desperate plan. That's all they have.
The masters would attack the Hive Fiend's perimeter, making as much noise and causing as much damage as possible. They would draw the colony's attention, pull its defenders toward them, create a gap in the coverage around the core.
And Drakira, invisible and silent, would slip through that gap and destroy the core from within.
"This is insane," Brakthar said as they prepared. "We're going to die."
"Probably," Karathra agreed. "But we're going to die accomplishing our mission. That's more than most people get."
