"The artifact is in the center," Helm said, consulting the map they'd taken from the brood mother's corpse. "But the guardian —"
But duty, he had long learned, was a ledger written in blood, not gold. "The artifact is in the center," Helm said,
"Will face us ." Gunther hefted his axe. "Not just you, tactician. Us. The whole party. The one you keep trying to protect by pushing yourself into the dark." "The artifact is in the center