Angel's POV
Chaos.
That was the only word for what I was witnessing.
Warriors ran in every direction like ants from a disturbed nest, their boots pounding, weapons clanking, voices raised in urgent commands.
I stood frozen near my tent, trying to piece together what was happening.
The assassin was dead. Murdered.
But by whom? And why?
I tried to stop someone - anyone - to ask what was going on, but they all rushed past me like I was invisible. Too focused on their tasks to notice the confused girl standing in their way.
"Angel!"
I turned to find Lyra hurrying toward me, her face pale with worry.
"Are you okay?" she asked, slightly breathless.
"What's happening? Where's Uriel?"
Lyra shook her head, looking as lost as I felt. "I don't know. I was sitting with some of the other warriors, helping them pack supplies, when suddenly everyone started shouting and running. Nobody's explaining anything."
"But Uriel…"
