Is this the end?

He relaxed a little further at her words. Surprised to realise how easily he believed her. She wouldn’t share this news, and hopefully by the time Ignita caught wind, he would be on the mend. He couldn’t risk that foolish wolf racing into the woods. She had already tried that once.

The Armada had that subtle appeal to it. Even Basilisk hadn’t expected the strong attachment he felt now. There had been a time he had taken the job in spite of his father. But the weight of it had been unappealing and unbalancing. Now, the Armada was his, and the wolves in it were a part of him.

So we even have an Armada. Those words hit hard. They had no idea what would be left once this Blight was finished with them. “No. Just this Blight to end…” he muttered.


"Basilisk"